"harumph. thought i said no parties."

dot dot dot dot...dot dot

the darlings had nana. 

i had desiree.

many an hour spent belly flat

on damp warm lawn.

i matching bite for bite,

sharing luncheon communion.

our menu?

me, pbj squares  

she, rose petals

and  for both,

honeysuckle nectar as chaser.

trilling canaries

in grandparent's aviary

were background soundtrack.

i confided and listened,

while we discussed life.

inner morse code 

of her wisdom,

i heard today

on faint frequency 

yet growing louder.

radiance

two from a series of drawings:  spring 2010

defragmenting

one word one note

duettino la luna

tumbler click

unshackled
unbound
tomb expels
womb releases

69 days
incubated.
33 newborn
this morn

invitation

Vito's Ruby Tuesday

going going

Shamans in Chanel *

bi-annual peacock gathering 
of blue heron nations.

chiffon feathers clickety clackety stepping.

stillettoed catwalkers vision questing.

bodice branding,

khaki chanting,

aho miyake. 
pow-wow of printemps






* copyrighted

remembrance.

on this date 2005, i met a widow of a 9/11 firefighter.  

he was outside on the street preparing
to enter the second tower with his unit, 
when it collapsed.  

he left three children.

in sacred space, we two, strangers til then,
united as women have since the beginning.

i am privileged to have served,
guided by Spirit to hold circle for tears, 
laughter and  forgiveness to merge.

my client brought the lesson of grace, strength and compassion,
in the form of herself through both singular and collective story.


today, i honor courage inside each human heart.
  
once more, an offering of love 
for the gift of that morning, wherever she is. 
i ask that it ripple outward as gentle breeze, cleansing. 

Triptych

monday, august 29, 1966
candlestick park

 here

the cyrkle bounces
a red rubber ball.
bobby hebb's sunny
smiling, gives her all.


i am sitting at my first concert.
right field seats.
a birthday present from
my sister, who is on my left.
energetically electric,
there's volcanic excitement
primed to erupt.

hardly daring to breathe,
i instruct self
to sear each moment into Soul,
for this may never come again.

little did i suspect
how correct,
i'd be.

and then,

the announcer
drowned by
a tsunami of sound,
wildly heralds

four brunette british boys,
magically appearing from dugout,
bound for pitcher's mound.

i enter tessellated space:
time accelerating
while ceasing to exist.

i do not banshee scream
hyperventilate,
nor channel maenad.

silent,
i weep from immense
overflowing
heart presence.

i am stretched to encompass
the joy of all creation.

i am her yet again,
here,
there,
everywhere,
every way.

i do not long for yesterday.
when it comes suddenly,
i celebrate it,
imbibe it
relish it,
thanking it
to seed it,
so both power
and summer of love
bloom as new tunes,
this day.



* * * * * * * *



there

november 2009

i am a house guest.
after one dinner, the host vibrates.
eager is he to share concert cd,
prize in his memorabilia collection.
an event he took part in.
startled were my ears,
once again hearing
44 musical minutes, 11 songs.
all i need now is a spritz of
yardley of london
and my jean shrimpton bangs.




* * * * * * * *

august 2009
everywhere

hitting the road as vagabond,
on way to where Spirit wants me next,
i entrust one of my prized possessions
to childhood friends for safekeeping.
now hanging out with janis,
procul harem and grateful dead
from winterland,
is famed beatles poster
san francisco

 
















http://www.beatlesbible.com/1966/08/29/candlestick-park-san-francisco-final-concert/

telerotica

Humid August, mid 1980's.

Full moon companions sleep.

In bed not my own,

caretaker for neighbor,

Curtained 'neath sheers 
while naked on silk,

i lay aside window

open to sky.

Telephone disturbs slumber

and I stumble,

to silence its jangling.

A moonshine soaked, cheroot smoked

vocal growl penetrates eardrum.

Curious is he, this stranger,

as to my identity,

for it is his sister's

speaking he’s seeking.

Once again

pillow propped,

blue shadows

mimic old film projector

flickering through room.

Lunar hour's past midnight,

entering realm of perception

as heightened skin vibrations.

Aroused, another dimension's

Dreamtime made physical.

This masculine timbre

lures me gently,

probing with playful questions.

I drawl responses

as he caresses with story.

A writer, he exposes me,

to Rex, tale of The Reflex Alligator.

I counter pointedly

via banter, thrust and parry.

Edging in closer,

pausing to withdraw,

center is infiltrated.

Throaty chuckles

braille curved surfaces.

Powering this night is

ancient enchantress.

What remains unnamed

is mutual, amid

pulsing liquid discourse.

Masked dancers.

Wordplay as foreplay.

From mouth to ear,

pleasure is mined.

~March 24, 2004

Glanced Upon A Spiral Bend

love surrounds him.
inspiration circles him.
passion eddies about him.
adoration, speculation
and angry envy rings him.
people pressing for small measure
of moth to light attention, orbit him.
life itself, radiates from him.
he, a force of nature,
this Pan-man parhelion,
manifesting it all this way,
natural and preter.

defender lad
of Sherwood's men.
maestro of million miles,
no advantage refused,
battleground scoped,
belly not sighed into.
yea, little is there not tasted,
tried, tale told or
multiverse doorway
stepped into.
Destiny writ cosmos
upon this mortal man,
divine hidden within and among.
pipes call to his soul,
this restless vine of fair Albion,
gentle with silent moon's morning dew.
hearkening sideways,
rose arbors appear,
shown by ogham's
counterclockwise seer.




september 2009

lazarus heart

i lost a boy.
i lost the boy,
and i was lost,
believing
i was forgot.

then he came back.
came back
to lose himself within me,
to soothe himself,
within me.
again,
he left
and i was lost.

still,
he came back,
yet forgot he came back,
and we were lost
to each other.

then this boy,
this boy i thought
l o s t,
lost his life
only to be brought back.

many were the dreams
in which i heard him call me,
many were the dreams.
yet,
believing i was forgot,
i did not answer,
until
the day,
i came back
for myself.

i came back,
to remember,
that what i'd believed lost,
was found,
across time,
across space
and even
from cross death.

memory is miracle,
and we are never lost.


july 26, 2004

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * **


adieu, avoir, arrivederci:
(a birthday present)


life and light calls.
i must needs take this
heart shadow,
bathing its erasure
in midday sun.

seven years
in the boneyard,
seasons passing.
odin's winds swirling,
muffled inviting laughter,
while miss havisham's dust
clad me in gray veil.

a husband came and was left,
discarded for fey illusions,
a triangular dance eons old.
dark night's thick fog
whispered lies,
until this morn,
this mourn,
this morn's
declarative no more.
for,
living desires me.

melody stirs soul,
beckoning me,
backstep cross
threshhold
of hades' queen


hear now beside me,
embraced harmony.
cemetery gate clangs
as recess bell releases,
oscillating new song,
new courage,
new world.

bearing witness

the bees are leaving
my apian friends are going
the way of the anasazi.
the bees are leaving.

i pray they found a new earth
of blossom inviting
and colony thriving.

my mother is bleeding,
knife wound in her belly.
my mother is bleeding.

i pray an opening in the
fabric of time
where she may replicate
without malicious children.

i pray she awakens,
as if from bad dream,
to find we were never here.

june's i do

left right
in out
bread butter
mouth ear
pen ink
knife fork
lock key
nut bolt
nail polish
cup saucer
plug socket
salt pepper
match flame
needle thread
pencil sharpener
bottle corkscrew
magnet compass
heaven hell
sunrise moonglow
violin bow
bell chime
jasmine scent
flower bee
you me
all one

When April Showers Come Along

sliver of time

thrums shiver of joy.

love song heard,
heart note attuned
striking chord's
flash of illumination.

Divine bridges
river's banks.

sans reason,
contagious rhyme
measured a pulse.

was it yours or mine?

Do Ghosts Leave Footprints

Ghost men have danced throughout my life.
Phantom men waltzing on earthen floor.
I knew them not, though they were there.
I have photos.
Who were these transient, transparent ones?
These creatures of shadow weight whose names I knew.
Rarely fully material,
their interest in me minimal.
Grandfather. Father. Uncles. Lovers.
I knew them not, though they were there.
Envisioned here are my ghosts remembered.
Were unrealized dreams, cached deeply inner space?
What lost boys did you grieve?
Ghost men, where did you hide while alive?
Twilight men, drifting towards slumber,
your sentry duties fulfilled,
thus spanning a Great Wheel's turning.
Ghost men, my own men.
Did you register my curiosity
or only see me as one?
Ghost men, gone long ago gone.
Spectral men dimming at edges.
Ghost men, first men, you were my introduction.
What did you neglect to share?
My recall's fading.
Wait. Wait. Don't go.
Did you sense? Did you know?
Enchanted and beloved Ghost men,
in sleep and sepia,
do I see you still,
fleshed again.

November 2003

neighbors

weft and weave

last week,
ebony feline
strolled by 
through my early a.m.
botanical meandering.
owner of crossing paths was she.

day ago,
woodpecker suggested
I engage unmet neighbor,
who could not see her drumming.
"point me out up here," i hear.
there, atop telephone pole,
tapping tapping tapping
creating smiles among we three.

this morn, on walk,
was brought to bend
by hatchling swallowtail,
shivering
in miserable drizzle.
hitched a ride
it did,
on my finger.
resting now
on purple petunia,
til cleared for lift off.

with six you get hexagon

they are at moment,
fizzing bubbles,
champagne style.
these carl sagan,
'billions and billions'
heart sparklings,
circling round.
i sip their ebb flow.
which one shall be
the wave i catch to surf,
i leave to La Luna's
metallic illumination.

answer for a query

elementals

breezing, air whispers.
a dancing caress of invisible invites.
yes, strand slides upon cheek from tease.
'what?' it asks.
'you define yourself as chignon?'
it smiles at the helmet headed,
lacquered in defense against.

gull song lulls,
i step among broken open,
ground by shifting edges
me and blake share knowing.
glass birthed from heat,
a lightening strike quenched
in liquid salt.
rhythm in pulse,
in repetition
in endurance,
in foam dissolving
into
faceted light.



i took to the open road last august. like salome shedding veils,
i departed desert sands ruthless fire, returning to sirens' call
of craggy coastlines, hydrated beach and redwood elders.

spirals, blues and watercolors are one medium singing
themselves through me currently.

the words are there, standing just off stage awaiting their cue.
fingers are again itching for faces and clay.

as for winged victory, i know her well.
gold miner. gold worker.
i found, i fashioned."