Lovers Without Borders. {spoken word poetry}
I've said that I'm open in relationship
something about roots with wings
something about no borders
something about being free
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I’m a Digger. {poetry}
Sometimes I see a glint down there, or imagine what’s below those unremarkable surfaces, and then I just can’t help it.I dig. I'm a digger.
The Miracle of This Life Allows Me to Feel It All. {poetry}
The progressive wide eyes I felt transpiring within me seemed to guide orchestrated life lessons, prompting me to learn the true meaning of surrender.
My Wild Woman Spoke to Me. {poetry}
My wild woman looked me in the eye. And without a word, I understood. That my infesting wound of emptiness, the famine of my soul, is for her to heal.
Not Alone: Grieving the Loss of My Child. {poetry}
How could they? How selfish? How ignorant for anyone to think they have the right to judge such tragedy and loss? How dare you?
No Ghosts: A Triptych in Ten Fragments. {poetry}
Wars and genocides and revolutions to ensure that none of the children live to become adults, and then late afternoon and then early evening but no ghosts.
Musings of the Kali Yuga. {poetry}
Earth and its inhabitants are being disinterred. Disguised as turmoil, the Kali Yuga’s firm grip, not to be splintered.The new earth plane we’ve entered.
Sometimes I Will Long for Talk at Two A.M.: Ode to the Night Owl. {poetry}
Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
I Find Living Moments of Prayer in Awareness. {poetry}
Meet me in the barrel of a wave, where I might find you in the moment it breaks, to crash your heart upon my rocks, laid out under moonlight blue.
My Last Five Years Spent Living in the Shadow of the Palace of Futility. {poetry}
25 years later and all of the ashes have been consumed, we have stayed hungry, we have grown old, have wasted our lives speaking of hope
