The Goddess Rumbles Under Rome

Rome laid the patriarchal foundations upon which Western scholarship still rests. Its hierarchies of power are civic, religious, and intellectual. They are all modeled on the same vertical order. Father is above family, ruler is above citizen, and mind is above matter. Authority flowed top down, and the written word overwrote the spoken and embodied; record supplanted memory; doctrine displaced gnosis.

Modern academia inherited this structure almost intact, enshrining order and control as the highest expressions of ‘civilization’. It privileges abstraction over lived wisdom, intellect over intuition, and permanence over process. Beneath its language of progress, it still speaks the tongue of empire. It carries a legacy that silences what cannot be contained, classified, or cited.

The Castaway

Among his possessions, I find remnants of his former life. A dust-encrusted black-and-white photo of him lovingly embracing his former partner and their son. A letter of adoration from his youngest daughter. The charred remains of a painting by his eldest, a family silhouette of children and parents frolicking on the beach. As I clean, I wonder: am I helping to clean the stains of the past or desecrating a shrine.

Pattern and Light

I planted chilli seeds… must have been months ago. I found two sprouting in a little pot and on the verge of expiring due to a lack of water and nourishment. Lately, I’m having a love affair with the garden. This time, I am in a better place in my mind. I guess I have…

Behind The Eight Ball

You never met your paternal Grandfather, her husband and your Dad’s Father. All your Dad told you 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…

She

She  Always an enigma, dwells in deep, dark currents  Emerging only on her own terms,  in her own time. . She ebbs and flows  Revealing then passing away glistening and basking on the shore for a time. . I feel her as she nears,  The warmth of her flame, Siren song beckoning.  . I cannot…

Not Waving, Drowning

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.

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.