Friday, June 30, 2017

The Stars Howl My Name


solitude

 darkness
my company
 a pull in my bones
my muscles
 longing 

for the one who sees my
soul
i am in need of healing
this
anguish
this
wound
between myself and my
brokenness
the stars looking down on me
howl my name
as i wail a song of
grief
as ancient as time
in a language not 
of this world


Thursday, June 29, 2017

Inside My Head




i sit
in the watery

breath

of dawn
neither 

here

nor

there

beginning
ending
choices

inside my
head 

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Do Your Worst

 
there comes a time when you 
 
need
 
to just sit with your 
 
loss
 
wrap your arms around
 
yourself
 
and invite loss to do it's
 
worst
 
if you
 
survive
 
then you can deal
with what is
 
left
 
of yourself....



Friday, June 23, 2017

The Archeology of Trues



sometimes

you just need to

talk 

about something
not to get

 sympathy

or help
but just to kill its

 power

 by allowing the

truth

 of things to hit the air

this is my place for cluttering up the silence
with my

 "trues" 

when the ground beneath my
feet is

 broken




Thursday, June 22, 2017

If You Love Me







Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Phototactic


phototactic
 
dust too
is drawn on wings
to light



Damn

image by tamra davisson

yesterday
  hold your head and

rock

kind of day

damn this
 
 heart
 
damn this
 
 mind
 
damn this 
 
body
 
damn
damn
 
damn



Sunday, June 18, 2017

Spirit in the Wood

my first attempt at carving a wood spirit
with my new foredom rotary carver.
not 100% happy with it....pretty flat and
lifeless.

i've been wanting to try out my new toy
but when i go several days without sleep
i stay away from power tools.

only managed to nick my thumb and leg
all in all i think that's a good beginning.





Saturday, June 17, 2017

Written Across the Sky



if only

i could be other than 
what i am

i can't

 one loss
too far

i'm now something
i can't name...or

understand

there is a certain 
poetry to that

written across the sky

tucked in among the

stars



Friday, June 16, 2017

Not Yet


image by unworn
the past
remember

forget

i sit

 listening

breath held
the voice i know
never heard
calling me

home

not yet

not

yet



Thursday, June 15, 2017

A Music Against The Hard Edges

in all the woods that day i was
the only living thing
fretful...exhausted...or unsure.
giant fir and spruce and cedar trees
that had stood their ground
three hundred years
stretched in sunlight calmly
unimpressed by whatever
it was that held me
hunched and tense above the stream
biting my nails...calculating all
my impossibilities.
nor did the water pause
to reflect or enter into
my considerations.
it found its way
over and around a crowd
of rocks in easy flourishes...
in laughing evasions and
shifts in direction.
nothing could slow it down for long.
it even made a little song
out of all the things
that got in its way...
a music against the hard edges
of whatever might interrupt its going.
~john brehm, passage

i need to learn this 
lesson...



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Happy Camper

 
happy camper!
happy camper!
happy camper!

hoping now i can kick my carving up
a notch...



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Truth #7


truth.....

Monday, June 12, 2017

Searching For Home




 
i work with energy
this is a photo someone took of my hand while
i was working
i also have
 
the sight
 
it has passed through
the female members of my family
my grandmother
my mother
i was "told" before the birth of
my fourth granddaughter that she
would follow my path
(something i wouldn't wish
on anyone)

she is five and talks about her
"other mother...other brother...other sister"
not the ones she lives with now
i've read that these memories fade as
children age
 
my mother never mentioned me recalling
the past but told many stories of how at
the age of four i ran away from home daily
and was always being watched for and 
brought home by neighbors
makes me wonder if i was trying
to "get home"
 my whole life....even now
i've felt the pull of
 
somewhere else
 
somewhere 
 
not here
 
searching for
 
home





Sunday, June 11, 2017

Heavily Meditated

you do not have to die to become a ghost
i suppose there is death on some level
i am there
i know not this entity i have become
 always been a stranger to this world
but....

this is new
like all sound has been stolen 
leaving only
inviolable silence 
like walking a half step
behind myself
i will gather up what my life has become
meditate
create
be