Prayer, to Mokosh Who is Also Death Wolf At Mutating Door

It never ceases to amaze me, I am awakened the night before last to the whir of my own stressors but watched from afar, not all the way connected, knowing I wasn’t awakened by my whir knowing there was a slam-fit hit to my solar plexus space, and like that I meandered through the day….

On such brand new ground

On our walk Saturday me and Laverne are two hours through the spires, through the greens the pinks and yellows, the sweetest braids of brand new all the way to the clear clear water of the bay.  Joint where we first met ten years back sunrise fire orange mornings over the Assawoman hella early and…

tiny as i am

Ahh right that’s what they wanted me to do circle on, I am thinking of or feeling out this- level generational patterning and deep in thought so that some parts of me are gigantic geometrics vibrating in the ether cortex, making mockery of satellites and shame.  On her way out the door I am blowing…

in this Place all mine

I guess the one thing is I been needing this, a place to just Nurture poetry again the way this is Her House, this body, this ~ G ra ce~  to let the letters make consonants make vowels into verbs acting out playing with dancing about making sounds.  The W o r d s~ this, which…