Gold light streams at a low angle through the trees Heavy on my eyelids as if I am dazed Each falling leaf a glowing yellow page breathing A story we’ve been telling all our lives Your voice takes me back through the channel A deep ocean river of time flowing forever From your impossibly green… Continue reading The Back Steps
A Place in the Forest, Part 12
A tree had fallen across the brook, partially damming it. The pool into which the waterfall fed had swollen, creeping silver up the sides of the rock, washing the spongy moss which now unfurled like emerald green silk in the gentle current, the hair of mermaids. Mava sat on the broad, smooth tree trunk with… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 12
Reciprocity
To Sit with You on the Ground With my body facing yours and some part of us touching Perhaps our knees Is like sitting by a fire at night Energy radiating in the form of Heat and Light Coming over me as an irrepressible smile I bask in your joy I bathe in your sadness… Continue reading Reciprocity
A Place in the Forest, Part XI
“I think I knew,” Ivan said slowly. “Back then I mean. I knew but I didn’t want to know.” “When we showed you Pey,” Mava replied knowingly, then added with a hint of reproach, “You didn’t like it.” The two of them were sitting a little way downstream from the clearing, beyond the fern grove,… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part XI
Quitting
I don’t text you I go to the coffee shop I play video games I pet the cat I don’t text you I masturbate I drive to the river I lie in the sun I buy groceries I don’t text you I make dinner I watch tv I play with the cat I look at… Continue reading Quitting
We Are
I wrote and recorded this poem at an extremely magical time and place in my life. Do you feel it as you listen?
A Place in the Forest, Part 10
Mava had returned to their place in the forest every day, for many days, but Ivan had not appeared. That was alright. There was so much to do in this place. So many other creatures, from the most minute ant, clay-red and soft as a smudge, to the most gigantic moose, imperial and somber-eyed, passed… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 10
Overfull
Waking up from a dream of being unable to breathe, a longing for air having forgotten how to draw breath, I am wracked Chaos clarifying in the space of an hour, becoming still so I can look down and see the intricate life below the surface of the water The rain which filled my mouth… Continue reading Overfull
remember
that first walk in the woods snow underfoot your eyebrows dark slashes of punctuation stark as the trees cutting the December sky you told me your father hated women and your mother hated you a current of energy disturbed and seduced me I loved you immediately you wept the very next morning we picked out… Continue reading remember
Rewind
Letting you go When so much of me is begging me To beg you to stay There must be unanimity But if I could I would Rewind time to fifteen minutes ago When my cheek was on your shoulder And then back again to an hour ago when I heard The sound of the door … Continue reading Rewind
Just Like Her Mama
You say I’m angry like my mama You say I need to work on that But what you’re really saying is You don’t see what there is for me To be so mad about You’re confused why I would up and leave You say I’m impossible to appease Like your half-hearted sorries ought to have… Continue reading Just Like Her Mama
Queen of Elves 