Sea foam sparkles on the waves. Sea lions roar. Foam shivers, flies into the wind. The tide holds its breath. Hisssssssssssss ********** Ganesh’s belly rests in his lap. His trunk caresses tree, root, sky. His feet can’t be so small, can they? To hold up...
SUNDAY POEM You gods and bearded prophets, go squabble in the pub for a while. I’ve heard enough of heroes and lightning chariots streaking across the sky. My companions are Cassandra and Cordelia. They cook with me and wash dishes afterwards. This chipped blue...
SUNDAY POEM Show me in your emerald heart, in the current of your river. Show me how to open my hands, your laughing light trembling between my palms. Tara, show me I have left the house with no roof. Hands ache from clutching water, gripping air. No ground, no walls,...
SUNDAY POEM You opened your mouth and swallowed it all believing purity of heart could transform mercury into mead by some mysterious alchemy of the spirit. You sucked in poisoned milk; you swallowed stones disguised as potato soup. Bullets rumbled in your belly,...
You are a source of love, blessing, positive energy and sacredness in the world. You are more than just a consumer of these qualities. When you choose to be a source you shape the world with your presence. Take a look at your world. The shape it’s in will tell...
SUNDAY POEM When it’s freezing in February February and freezing I’ll slip into my story quilt and dream. emerald droplets fly into the night from the cup of my hands in your cold, swift waters. sky widens the arc of your unknown When it’s freezing...
