woman horizontal | cardinal points

energy. essence. force. flow. source. light. manifold. immanent. continuous. creative. destructive. indestructible. enveloping. inculcating. infinite. unknowable. intuitive. interdependent. heart. guide. compass. core. all that is.       

woman horizontal | the sound of him

he wakes whistling, thrilled by the zipping wind he conjures and reshapes into sharps and flats snaps a crisp unpatterned rhythm with supple-skinned thumb and middle finger (wiped dry between refrains) flickering his wrist for triumphant emphasis mutters a play-by-play commentary to an imagined audience of rapt gamers punctuated with shrieks, chides, wails and groans…

woman horizontal | unburdening

y’all finished or y’all done? his guttery trill, gum-soled and sticky with wizened contempt is instantly corroded by the viral ozone of tropospheric memes earwormed into polyphonic cackles relentlessly pursuing you — tubing through folded gray matter — until the voice of God, remixed as a call for intercession, beseeches: is you finished or is…

woman horizontal | how naked the heart

how naked the heart when anointed for communion transparent as skeleton leaf veins quaking sepia-tinged curiosity flexed impulse relaxing between Whys and Whats and Who Do Yous where it embraces all and becomes tethered by the long gaze, unwavering and tender held there, ambient love soaks through gossamer-laced capillaries and this aesthete, quickening with meaty delight, is transmuted into a…

woman horizontal | exhuming the empath

inspired by the indigenous navajo creatix spiderwoman, woman horizontal is a close-to-the-heart project that has held different shapes over many years. still an emerging work-in-process, below is one piece from my “pilgrimage of verse, image, and sound.”   in sanctuary, in pulp woven + pressed then printed, i found her waiting for me she sang me in…

for us + spirit

under a dark moon we gave ourselves the gifts of Time and Space — an immersion in the experience of self from the nothingness arose storm and shadow with steadied hearts and swords unsheathed we eased forward pulled away the veil of disappointments, longing, fear and peered into sorrow until pinholes of hope pricked tears from our eyes on…

touching the earth: spring revival

whipping wind, conductor and choreographer. snow-bleached leaves lifted from the composting bed into a swirling tornado ballet. brittle and brown — some cracked with lacy veins of decomposition, some waxy-smooth and preserved. all, frenzied and alive. reanimated to dance upon the whistling breeze.

toward wholeness: “song of myself”| walt whitman

 Song of Myself  [select verses] I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.  Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and…

heart, sweetened with intention

toward which direction is your heart stretching? know that this organic force, opening and guiding your heart, is the seed of intention. what are you breathing life into? know fully that the breath is the fuel growing intentions into aspirations. connect with and align your thoughts, words and deeds with the seeds of intention blossoming…