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.
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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
I Dare Not. {poetry}
I dare not remember… that life is but a winding path
and the more we grapple and torment over its supposed 'hold', the more it digs in.
The Longing. {poetry}
Less surrender is in the longing, as it is to be revived
and in this cave of languish, a final stumble
becomes far more than a dusty heart can bear
The Diver. {poetry}
Your existence -- like any that walk, that live, that breathe, that dive -- an echo of the only, 'it'-self. Not separate from the storm.
Huntress of the Holy Sound. {poetry}
Come home to the river
lay your body down
give the bones
of the past and future
back to this holy ground.
Sit here by the water
listen to her song...
To the Men in the Room: A Poem About Privilege. {poetry}
Men, take this as a lesson, what you can do with your privilege: Don’t help those who are falling do what they can do for themselves, but support them.
