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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Night of the Fireworks

All of the sudden and for no reason
my heart aches like loss and mourning
like future tense nostalgia and time running out
like the time years ago
when my friend’s parents were moving him half a country away
and we held tightly to our last night
trading promises in the dark
and when I finally turned to go
he called me back because there were fireworks
all of a sudden and for no reason
and he held me as we watched
until I broke free crying
because I couldn’t bear the perfect beauty and tragedy

my heart
now and often
aches like that

Monday, January 28, 2013

Even The One

Even the one who says he has
no illusions or delusions
about who and what I am
(and whom I believe)
sometimes needs to take

a deep breath
a step away
a fresh look
to find me again

hopefully always
to find me again

Monday, October 15, 2012

I Wish I Had Known I was Beautiful Sooner

Mostly hidden is

the realization that closing the door on the house I’ve built

can be an intricate process
especially given my need to
go back and do it again
to ensure that yes,
there really is a monster under that bed.

The knowledge that once you can tear yourself away

from the checking

and the monster
you will be free.

The Liberation cleansing ritual
photo by Will Gurley

that I invented just now in a bathroom mirror,

under 2 out of 3 working lights...
(Click here to read the rest on Elephant Journal)

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

On the street just now, 
a man said 
(in beautiful french) 
that I was magnificent, 
and asked if I knew. 
And while I do, 
I simply smiled 
& thanked him :)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Advice For Metro Surfing

Widen your stance.

Bend your knees.

Stay focused. Note: if you pay too much attention to other people, you will lose your balance.

Loosen up and move with the bumps and turns.

Lean into the pressure, or it will lean into you.

Be ready to reach out if you need to.

Don't take yourself too seriously; it is always more charming to stumble with a smile.

I believe it's called grace.

Friday, July 15, 2011


He took a picture of me
as I crouched precariously close to a stream
or improbably pretty swamp
taking pictures of small frogs

and all I can figure
is that he finds me especially beautiful
when I forget myself and simply am myself
spreading my whims like wings

like how he smiled in the moonlight with the magick of myths and fairytales
the time I chased a prehistoric sized moth
across a parking lot and into the grass
dancing unabashedly through the spotlight of his headlights.

Perfect Summer

This is the perfect summer.

Thanks to the grace of the universal plotline
some decisive dedication on my part
and my budding instinct
for knowing a good thing when I see it
my days are being savored in the sunshine
in the grass
indulging my whims
smiling in God.

Honey drenched afternoons
late nights and headspace
are taken up with you
with us
windblown hair
delirious laughter
and all array of music loudly coaxing us.

Our time could accurately be measured
in the spins of your various odometers across the years
if we cared to spend a moment counting.
And why waste a moment counting
when there are back porches to sit on
slaughtering sci-fi swarms of mosquitos
sharing our tales and inner workings
smiling into each other's eyes
until the darkness
finally leaves us
with only our fingers entwined.

Thursday, July 14, 2011


My mala beads

in our mouths
as our tongues dance around our divinity.

I pray on these.

Succulent sacrilege
pure and primal intent
the Gods and Guides are smiling at our
spontaneous exercise in magick
and writing of rituals.

Lost in us
here and now
these are the moments
that fertilize the soil
despite our desbelief.