In the morning on the front porch in full white light of the sun I thought about patience and talked to the Mystery a long while. Sorta felt my worries burn off. Drank nettle tea because I had too much oatstraw this week. I studied Jesus the year I was 30 for a whole year,…
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Some reason Choptank
Some reason Choptank’s been on my mind, ever since the island this morning. Chop was Fall of 2008. I lived there in a house built in 1848. That winter I had to wear double long johns the whole time bc it cost too much to run the propane heat. I lived w a recent divorcee,…
prayer, earth day
Cmm’onnn shut the fug up haaa hhaa sweet, sweet lord you’re kidding me honey honestly I get on here just to write somehow it starts out to you, again Cat bc this damn music you bring whaaaat?! and am laughing as I write this right now only for the tinge of tears in the center…
Every light on in the city.
Rooster calls right as we are hanging up I call him right back, it has been a year I am thinking since we spoke even as he’s shout scratchthroat talking at me and I am laughy in my body before we even get full conversation out, it has been even longer since me and him…
I come to the cabin
I come to the cabin that Catfish admitted he’d been sneaking off to all of Covid. The first time I come here it is to see him. We meet in the parking lot and by midwalk towards the other are hugging in heartbody steps before our actual bodies connect. It is near the anniversary of…
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…
The blessings blessings bring.
I committed to my own therapist that I’d be writing, I don’t feel like writing in my journal, processing and tracking seem obsolete right now, but this, this sitting quiet, breathing deep in my corner. Smudging with herbs I grew and blessed and harvested myself. Candle dance touching that spot in my heart that muscles…
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…
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