Saturday, March 31, 2012


the flow of this river
the completeness of this you
the fullness of this very now

Friday, March 30, 2012

ice leaves

this holy closure
this empty containment
of summer

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

so like light

there is
(in the form
of an object)
a truth
that points
from itself
so like light

we can't help ourselves

we can't help but sing the beautiful words
each time we poke our heads above the clouds
of expectation
and look around

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

so . . . .

so i'm sad for my friend . . . .


Monday, March 26, 2012

this very red

this red
like a mouth
an opening
into a world within this world

Sunday, March 25, 2012

the other side

you might guess that
through the spaces
i see water air
the other side
and a place i don't know well

Saturday, March 24, 2012

the truth

there's something in the smeared reflection of trees that seems somehow more truthful to them
than the gaunt leafless spindly bodies that scratch against the sky
and are even now absorbing the heat of a premature summer day
that's thawing their sweet lifeblood
and drawing out the buds of their becoming

Friday, March 23, 2012

lüüp see you in me

available on itunes

Thursday, March 22, 2012


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

haller lake

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

all things

they pulled the sky closer
even as my body rose
between their outstretched fingers
and i saw
the bare hills
into the distance
and wondered
at the ends
and beginnings
of all things

Monday, March 19, 2012

the circle

my body
somehow knowing to gauge the space
to measure and ensure the necessities of staying aloft even for this one small moment
me, stretched wide
as thin wings would allow
my tight fingered flight feathers twitching little arabesques
i glided
and then settled
into the wordless circle

Sunday, March 18, 2012

love is a place

love is a place
and through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
and in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

e.e. cummings

Saturday, March 17, 2012

these are

these are the colourful webs

let's call them "ourselves"
let's even call them "us"

these are the beautiful spaces in-between

let's say these are the ways
we choose to "be"
let's call them "being"

Friday, March 16, 2012


never mind the "when" or "if" or "perhaps" of life

all of this

it very simply


Wednesday, March 14, 2012

there is only one moment

we stop
and hold the very little moments
their strength
and then also their fragility

so like eggs

and in the warmth of the hands of our souls
the insistent pecking
of wholeness
makes itself felt
and then quickly visible
in the tiny cracks
that radiate outwards

and then inwards

in the same


i live in a very small family as a result of which, each member has a more
pronounced effect on the other members of the family.

fortunately i have been blessed with a family comprised of strong, interesting, constantly questioning, curious, creative, talented, clever people who live their lives in their own entirely unique way and each bring their own version of goodness into the world.

today is (my aunt) margaret's birthday.
margaret is my only aunt . . . and i lucked out because she was the cool aunt . . . you know, the person who dropped the important books . . . siddhartha, and steppenwolf, a book of dali prints at exactly the right time
to wake me up to the worlds beyond this world . . .

she was the person who took me to europe in the middle of my messed up teen years and made sure that i saw berlin - east and west, amsterdam, koln, and many places i had read about or heard about and which suddenly became entirely real and colourful.

margaret created a space that my own parents couldn't - through no fault of their own - that allowed me to grow beyond my own limitations.

and to be clear, i am very grateful for her existence beyond what she has provided me!
the world is a richer place for her incredible food, her kindness, her gardens, and so much more!

happy birthday margaret!!!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

dear world

lay your ribbons

throw your stars

slide your lights

across the skin of me

let me do
what i know to do
and ask no questions
tell no lies
be as real
as you imagine
i am

Monday, March 12, 2012


yesterday began
as if i'd already lived it
and i spent much of it
breathing life
into the nothingness
of each moment
willing it into a sort of torpor
that barely approximated life
and yet
tomorrow arrived
in all its barefaced and cold glory

Sunday, March 11, 2012

actually being

"you just don't seem your self"

i'm always so grateful to hear those words


sitting still long enough to be definable
holding still long enough to be contained
being still long enough to be nameable

my name has been signed on so many dotted lines

when have i ever wished that upon myself or anyone i loved

and yet
there's evidence everywhere i look
that this is a commonplace aspiration
because then the relational dovetails
that are so sought after
"oh you'll love him he's so funny!"
are that much easier
that much closer to the certainty
that simplifies
that unclutters the messiness
of actually being

Saturday, March 10, 2012

the rest of this world

i remember the scale
the immensity
the effort
the fortune spent
in soulwork and cash
and especially the frequent stumbling
as i rose up from the ground
of my experiencing

i remember the wondering glances
that smeared my face
each time i looked around
especially when my head rose
so briefly above the clouds
and i saw
(well i thought i was having visions)
because i didn't know
that what i was seeing
weren't entirely visions
as much as
i was simply seeing
the rest of this world

Friday, March 9, 2012

form and life

you can draw aside the emptiness
determine that it's not for you
and still give it a name

you can call it home
call it marriage
call it solitude
call it a career
and you can dance inside the name
of the thing named
for as long as is reasonable

and what's reasonable?

well, namer and describer of emptiness -
only you
can set the terms
of that
which you have named
and given form and life to

Thursday, March 8, 2012

undeniable necessity

there's an undeniable necessity for me to form and bend and twist my outer self around each new sense of myself and somehow this body, this heart, this mind listens and feels and knows to bend and reform and i'm entirely certain that underneath its twisting convoluted bone flexed skinshape there's something other that stays constant and attached to the roiling curling sinuous form that surrounds it . . . and represents it even in this world of light and colour and cost and value and wish and need . . . . and i love this namelessness . . this otherness . . this me but not me-ness that uses my earthly form, this representation of my self as a means to an end i couldn't possibly comprehend stretched as it is across this utter and thorough faceless and timeless completeness . . . .

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

north star

so much appears in the course of living that has a life of its own exclusive of association and condition and
this piece of music from robert fripp's 1979 album "exposure" is an example of such a beast!!

this song has sustained itself on the back of the incomparable improvised vocals of daryl hall . . .

unexpectedly soft and sweet and edgy and best experienced in the moment of its experiencing . . . .

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


the black cherry girltree
that lives at the front of this house
opens herself up each winter
as the frosts pull and heave
at her old skin

as the layers pull back
and reveal an even deeper richness
i wonder what her heart must be like

Monday, March 5, 2012

your self

set aside
your very smallest
most easily overlooked
and gently
without tearing the tissue paper
open it up
let it see the light of this day
and call it your self

Sunday, March 4, 2012

glass and ice

when the rain falls
and the air is cold enough for it to turn into ice when it lands
my windows become a playground for light and shape and colour

Saturday, March 3, 2012

the us of ourselves

you are so in the very moment of this time
so completely in and of this place
and you are stretched thinner than water
until transparent and pure
your body dancing and pulling
the tender strings of the sky
the trees
the frozen ground
the snow
the ice
the warm breeze
the crows
the warm blackened whispers
of the crows
all drawn
into your hips and eyes
and tightening the whole into a web
so thorough
and so contained that nothing
not any thing
could stand between us
and this one emerging moment
of the us of ourselves

Friday, March 2, 2012


time and place and presence and being are tangled so entirely that for a long - a very long - moment i chose to deceive myself into believing that i could not only tell them apart but actually ignore one for the other.

the truth is . . . i cannot see one without the other . . . and they are in my own knowing . . . the first layers of understanding . . . of representing not only that we are here but why we are here . . . and so my work . . . if work it is . . . is very much in what might poetically be termed "the nascent stage" . . . . it's a beautiful, chaotic, comforting, sometimes melancholy, sometimes joyful place . . .

humbling also . . .

Thursday, March 1, 2012

the sky above

they lock fingers
and arms
faces brush and
shift closer as they
whisper ancient rustling songs
that curl in and around
their wondering hearts