poems

Tenmoku heart

You don’t choose to work with clay. It chooses you. There’s better things to do than turn your time on a spinning wheel, so you leave. And even then, you find yourself, on a cold spring morning after an endless winter, wedging clay, kneading it like mother’s bread, your body weight pressing it with eagerness,Continue reading “Tenmoku heart”

Wintering tides

Tide one on idleness A white page and the mind rushing in with words, thought, constructing a poem of the rational. It makes me sick reading it back – so stale and monotonous like two lovers that have forgotten how to love, that have nothing between them but the inability to get out. When IContinue reading “Wintering tides”

Frontiers

I can feel the new in my whole body – the changes and shifts of my inner membranes. My chest-cave expands with fresh breath. And how much is leaving just like a small death. The places that have held me demand their farewells. The hills that have been a home, paths that have a storyContinue reading “Frontiers”

how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*

I make fire and sit before himclose enough to imagine what burning feels like. You see, fire doesn’t just lightit cooks. And my bones crack with the heat: a dialogue with the crackles of his timbered bonessome sort of recognition between us. We are much alike. And he dissolves with forgiveness all those times whenContinue reading “how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*”

not gods

Reinvent yourself. Recreate yourself. Manifest your dream life. You can become anything, anyone, anywhere. There’s a flooding of manifestation gurus that encourage us to recreate reinvent manifest move away buy a big house get rich. Of course, the Earth has known for a long time the mystery of energy: what we bring into mind asContinue reading “not gods”

soul within bone

Why do you rush to gift these soft lips to another before you have painted your own skin home? You seek so much to feel the textures of body yet your palms have no idea what your own bends like under touch. You search for music of another to fill so much but you’ve neverContinue reading “soul within bone”