poetry from another dimension

Archive for October, 2012

spy in the house of love

this house i sit in
is full of love
doors off the hinges
poems on the fridge
kitties under the sofa
fancy feasts complete

I aspire to live in such a house
and do my best to build one
in myself
that someday I’ll live in one
outside myself

one part honesty,
two parts trust

one part patience,
three parts forgiveness

one part hard work
four parts play

one breath of kindness and a generous helping
of sweet words

and thousands of kisses blown on the wind
like dandelion seeds
hoping for ground to root in

some day looking back
assessing the outcome of
all my actions
some clear
some mistaken

i wish to see
this house of love


the freedom

the freedom of no more apologies

one would think
a man who didn’t care what
anyone would think
one would hate such a man,
wouldn’t they?
wouldn’t that person be arrogant
and conceited?

a friend in a leather hat
queried over our vegan

logical it seemed
but no,
it wasn’t true
I never hated men
who didn’t care what I thought

on the contrary, I loved them
I only wished
I had been granted a place somewhere
in their spaces of freedom

i wished I could be them
(with my own anatomy intact)
fearless and free
unabashed in caring for my own needs
and desires

I remembered the long ago days
when apologies were all I knew how to say
opinions given away like
to the highest bidder
the one whose
I valued the most

ten years of “in your face”
veganism later
I no longer fear
your thoughts about what I am
thinking, or saying
not that I wish to offend
but rather instead that I value
my own expression

it’s true
those years of speaking
on behalf of those who
could not speak for themselves
liberated me from the need to
compromise my integrity
for you

those years of speaking
on behalf of those who
could not speak for themselves
opened the door for me to speak for myself

Am I perceived as arrogant and conceited?
By a few perhaps
but having held fast to the expression of my own opinion
I received a thing I value most
my own approval

the inside out being thing

trunk canyon shady
sequoia sniffing
rolling snake escalades


sun drenched byways
blue forevers
beaming bright reminders
destinies of possible alls
and fruit bowl every things

hollowed ground
well loved dirt
nourished soul things

the ever expanding you thing?
it’s not the lucky thing
this something thing

Just how it is
Just who we are
reflecting what we are
beyond the four walls and a

name thing

inside out
the same thing
no walls never

let go the tame thing

its the free thing
unfurling ever evolving
be thing

the missing

image from indy files
now i know
space inadequate to
reveal the tug
of ropes of feelings
longing covert
subversive connections
numb oblivion
painful longing

potion of the ancients

elixir of transformation

seed of ecstasy

stretching of the heart strings

reaching through space
to feel the infinite you
igniting memory
launched across the ages
folded into a tiny
moment of


Gazing at foothills
tree carpets stroking slopes
and valleys

distant lands
sheer concrete canyons
caves in the psyche
skyscrapers steal light

sisters waging war
in sterile rooms of
the scientifically armed
breast abduction
theft of the most covert kind
disguised by a surgeons
bombardment of tender
the mystery of peace and healing
sought through violence and war
the bomb outlawed on the international landscape
it’s microcosmic equivalent
a secret operative
in subtle warfare

perfect orbs
man made
sad restitution for the demise
of motherly love

nothing strange here, they say
the plague must be fought
who is the enemy?
who is foe?

travesties perpetrated
mother nature fights back
snow storms, no power
no work, no money, no food
it’s cold out there, he says
and in here, she says, pointing to her heart
or maybe his

I loved a man who loved me hole
not whole
a thousand warm embraces and soft kisses
never asking, or noticing or sharing
a cup of himself

I loved the world around me
himself included
just because he was
my own little battle in the war
to make love not war
and find a truce in this heart
of gold

I lived in a glass house
slightly above it all
the sun and the moon close companions
in isolation
love bloomed in practice
how it was done
how I prepared for the war
on me, and my sisters
and waged the battle in a bedroom
no bigger than a closet
with a man who loved me hole
not whole

the gods pulled me out
clouds of misogyny and racism
poured their rains on the land
penetrating the skin
poisoning the heart
just a little

so I would know, I suppose

pulled out, like troops out of a war zone
relocated, reassigned
inner pilgrimage,

I could not win alone
the comrades few and far between
the tactics and scrimmages they chose
I sought another battlefield
where the war raging would no longer be about the landscape that is my body
but would focus on that which this body represents