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…

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.

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.

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.

Primal Scream

“I am more awake than I have ever been… yet reeling from the dream.”

Deep Defiance

Originally posted on Joyous Woman! with Sukhvinder Sircar:
She’s redefining Deep Defiance. It comes from her roots going deep into the earth. There are too many happenings in her world wanting to break her down. Her rootedness makes her unshakable. That is defiance enough. It does not necessarily show up as a fist in the…

Freedom or Bust?

It’s as if I can taste how things can be… an essential, connected beingness… there is no real ‘discrepancy’ ‘out there’ … and the moment I get my hands and feet in the soil… I laugh about everything my mind takes issue with…. or gets caught up in for its own self-serving gratification. We get…