PLEASE TELL THEM THIS Upon my return from a yoga and art teacher training, a few weeks ago a woman asked me to support her bedridden father. Her father lived the life of a cowboy in Arizona. He is also a poet and environmentalist. When I arrive at his bedside, the cowbow-poet is usually asleep so, we breathe together. I have seen him three times and each time we go on very vivid adventures; in some unknown realm we ride horses, lie in the grass and I even got a…read more
Camino Ghost leaved poplars flicker lighten my step their jigsaw bark seeps with story connective tissues and my muscles remember In walking we shed old stories don’t even have to try every beat drop in a little more bits fall onto the road gold wheat horizon and blood red poppies hold the answers Old demons raise up to test us see if we’re willing to say goodbye to the furrowed brows and wrinkled thoughts time to sing out the sad lines I imagine what this place was like before us…read more
Aoibhe I am everything you don’t know about me I am what you see, what you get and what you don’t get I am not a mother, lover, sister but millions of cells made from the grandmothers who walked in moontime across mountains barefoot fondling the land that flickers in my eyes now and then I am a word of warrior name sung into songlines, bloodlines, storylines more than my myth and less than you assume I can be a pinch of sun that arrest you, or the unrest of…read more
