Now that delicious feeling has morphed into a contracted foreboding that you just can’t seem to shake without at least two glasses of wine.
It’s Not All Black and White
“There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.”
Palmy Boy
As you rode that bike, you head hanging forward…shoulders to your ears..
Skinny jeaned knees splayed …
sun bleached, dirty curls swinging…
You body made you look like you were bracing yourself for impact…
Permanently.
Dear Men
Dear Men, There may be some empathy and healing for humanity to access when we realise that women not only feel their individual pain but also are affected by the collective feminine energy field… Depending on a woman’s sensitivity and the place in her cycle, her receptivity and how she is affected by this changes….
The Nature of the Beast
Through a half-open curtain, he welcomes me… to the stage of his ridiculous theater. My yearning for peace and belonging and the fact that he reminds me of an old friend from Prague has drawn me here… * I tell him my woes, He tells me I am beautiful… as if that is the main…
Frozen Moments
With the cocks crow,
I feel the abrupt transition
From the spaciousness and peace of twilight to the harsh glare of day.
An unwelcome prelude to the bustle of locals and tourists going about their business…
A small, mottled cat arrives beside me and rubs against my leg…
As if she senses at once,
My aversion to human company and my need for affection.
Men Should ‘Step Up’?
“A willingness to be conscious is a total turn on for sure, but ‘waiting’ for Buddha?”
Behind The Eight Ball
You never met your paternal Grandfather, her husband and your Dad’s Father. All your Dad told about him was that he died while potting the eight-ball in a game of pool; it occurs to you that there’s an explanation (other than your misspent youth) for your prowess with a pool cue and your chronic sense…
Genie
She told me her story. How her mother got her addicted to meth when she was 14. How she single handedly raised her little brother and sister. How her other brother is going to jail. How she is pregnant. “But don’t worry” she says… It’s from a previous relationship. Before I met your son. I…
The Spirit of Palm Beach
I’ve been tempted to judge myself as desperate and needy, indulging Mills and Boonesque fantasies of a romance with the ghost of a troubled surfer-boy from Palm Beach.
Embodied
“My senses are electric and magnetic.
My nervous system sparkles with pleasure as I feel the coolness of dew under my feet.”
BLOODLETTING
To my relief
she listened
And I dropped in..
Past the anger
Past the anguish
Down, down, down
To the grief.
To the very bloodroot of things.
Final Fantasy
I had a dream just now. I was somewhere with you. Falling in love with you again. We were in a room somewhere above the clouds. Maybe we were in a fairytale castle? It seemed that way. I saw a pink, painted pillow floating in the sky as if it were a cloud. I found…
Still Life With Jitterbug – a Tribute to Tom Robbins
The raspberry is the most sensual of fruits. The peach, admittedly, is more voluptuous, but the peach is unabashedly bawdy while the raspberry is exquisitely subtle. Strawberries are seductive enough, yet there runs through the strawberry a fickleness. The sensory imprint of the raspberry lingers long after the strawberry is spent. Native peoples get their…
The Eve of Resurrection
Sleeping beauty stirs… It is the Eve of resurrection… I can feel her on the breeze calling love back into life. She is my devotion. She is glowing in the darkness as she echoes through the spaces in my mind. She is my tiny dancer… I yield to let her dance me… As I move…
The Sound of Her Voice 