Stretching Your Celestial Body

Do you sometimes rise at 3 a.m. with us and wonder– where to stretch the tips of your celestial body when it has outgrown its shell? Do you look around and find the slips and circles of us glittering and glowing in our amorphous forms? Perhaps catching the thick of one piece in motion the…

Held in the Origin Mother

Swaddle me in deep swells of the sea. Allow her wet blanket to fold over, under, around each crevice. Scrubbing the society clean. Returning me to salt brine and grain. Warmed in the origin mother. Touch candle to womb fire flame.

We Natural Golds

Summer’s natural gold. Showing off that quiet power Teaching those who wrap themselves in glitter, try to outshine the rest About that gentle way. Turn the speaker down to hear it now. Rockstar. Pay raise. Number one what they need ya to be. All that shine. All that show. Fill that role. Make that dollar. …

Remembering Our Way

The afternoon opens with a pink, hazy light. Inviting us into its expansive wardrobe. We undress, allowing the soft of our amorphous forms to bathe in its ephemeral cotton candy bubble. Slipping out of stockings, tall boots, and top hats. Abandoning all “respectable things.” Breathing into this unsuspecting invitation. Allowing all our shapes to move…

Left Unsaid…

I guess a lot could be left unsaid. And we could dream into the gray area between what I could have said and what you thought I meant without saying anything at all. Let’s do that. Allow our bodies to writhe and whisper sing our stories in motion. Walking to the mailbox Closing the door…

Our Communion

The coffee made early morning rests cold in the french press. Waiting our communion Not myself and the coffee, yet all the parts of me circled in grand reunion. Small me with strawberry pants and Tonka Truck carrying Barbie in tow. Chubby me squeezed into tights and taken to dance to explore life as the…

Patterning a Calmer Pace

Remind me how to slow down she said, because I desperately wish to move slower. So slow I feel the tips of my feathers as they touch into the wet grain of this riverside. So slow that many winters of woodsmoke are released when I walk. My feet golden coals in no hurry to burn….

I Don’t Ever Want to Forget

Walking the fields gathering evergreen and vine remembering how we’d wander directionless picking flowers and sticks to feed the hungry stove and whatever else caught our eye. We’d fall to the ground after a while as two animals out wandering should easy in our bodies. How you’d quiet the demands of the world. Together we’d…

It Happens Just Like That

It happens just like that Leaves lush and spilling forth covering us in spring’s abundance. Now baked golden and swirling in our breath Lapping autumn pools like a moon belly growing wide and wise in the year. It happens just like that Your small fur body, warm at home in my hand Now buried beneath…

Moving With October’s Shadow…

Sitting with the dark, watching for my shadow. Old friend. Arch Nemesis. Keeper of Secrets. Divine holder of all the parts that didn’t fit and find their way, all the flickerings and warm connections that most certainly did. That move with me in the subtle motion of my hips, that shine through like gold belly…