poetry from another dimension


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

speech divine, a newark sunday morning

I’d like to speak about poems,

(and rain)

but ……..

betrayals and broken hearts

litter the avenues of  language

obscuring gifts (seen and unseen)

obscuring gifts (known and unknown)

words of mysterious origin emerge to

                                       unfold levels of meaning and aspiration

on THIS page

in THIS life

Transducing the sacred

Repopulating the planet

Seeding the future

With gifts of


pray ma


The weed has to grow for the seed to be extracted from

/*Deep dark archetypal playing fields*/


(yes uproot)


/*These crimes of betrayal*/

Lay down

Lay down

/*Seeds of the new world*/

Live here live here

/*let go those dark corners*/

/*emerge in light*/

The cosmic radio waves transmit

The preachers

The philanthropists

The con men

Go higher

Get elevated

Uplift uplift

Uproot and uplift

Find your mountain range

And live there, eternally asking



If they judge you

Let them go

They know not what they do

Ah, I see

They crucify the sacred in their quest for meaning

In the plastic graveyards of the shopping malls

This is confusion


The seed of disease

don’t let them

(Tell you that you should be different)

don’t let them 

(corrupt the seeds you are planting) for

Love and light

Do you trust yourself?

This then becomes the key

It always will be

And always was

The only key

myriad jackets

Myriad jackets
None quite right for the weather

Like potential partners
This one, not warm enough
This one too long
This one needs a softer lining
Or a stronger collar to weather the cold

The temptation to stay home is
Oh so powerful
But then
Something might be missed

An interesting joke at the corner
Told by a newspaper man in a rain hat
Or the beauty of cold clean snow
Or even
The occasional rainbow

A kiss when it’s not expected
Or the mutual belly laugh of the intimate
Mmm maybe a beautiful sigh
Or a moment of protection
From a splashing car
Or an unkind relative

no, this is not a day to stay home
just because you don’t have a jacket
nor is this a day to stay alone
just because the fit is not perfect
or fear holds you back from the thing
you want the most

put on your jacket and get out there
let the rain fall on your face and whisper
a thousand sweet nothings
heard by only you
there is nothing to lose and only
experience to be gained
maybe getting a little wet
from the rain seeping between
the cracks
in your heart
or raindrops falling on your head
a little rain never hurt anyone
my mother used to say
you never know what you can find in a puddle
and sometimes the imperfect fit
turns out to be the perfect fit
after all

church bells, revised

The ‘berry rings
church bells
5:00 am

alarm intact
from days
deep and resonant with practice

managing the world
by standing on my head

in those days
this alarm said
/Wake up and practice/

it says
/Wake up/

the ultimate digital zen master
inviting not an escape from life

instead inviting one
to live

not deep and dreamy
filled with unconsummated desires
and transcendental aspirations

instead, life
tasting of dishes
heaped on the table
in front
of you

Some liking
Some not liking
All part of the feast of living

church bells on christmas
ring with joy
to celebrate the birth of a love
so huge
for thousands of years
it’s been remembered
sometimes, well, like any other gossip
the story’s all wrong
the ‘berry rings church bells
and i remember instead
instead to celebrate
that loving presence
living right now

In the hearts and minds
of each one of us.
It’s all right here

wake up the alarm says
your life is waiting


oil (coconut, sesame)
water (5 gallons)

{call Dena}


{call dentist}

apricots (turkish)
brazil nuts (raw, of course)

{do the laundry}
/● do?●/

brown rice

{do the dishes}
/● do? ●/


{water the plants}
/● an act of love ●/

requirements fulfilled

{so what if they are not?}
{why wait until it’s done?}

[[[there is nothing else needed]]]
[[[no there is nothing else needed]]]

gaze at the blue sky

{stop everything}

or the dome of stars, or the full moon overhead

{inside reflected on the outside, blazes of light}

fall in love

{sukinoh, santosha}

trans. happiness contentment

fall in love

{not with something or someone}

fall in love

{that list is no longer necessary}

fall in love

[[with living]]

like a drop returning to the ocean
come home

/● maybe this never meant ●/
/● what they told us it did ●/