Blue Solar Eagle 8.16.19 Run children, run, From the shackles of tradition From the romance that hangs heavy as a weeping bride’s veil Beaded with diamonds and pearls A noose upon her head, a chain to pull her by her nose, Placed there by mothers and grandmothers All bound to a tradition that they know... Continue Reading →

Grieving Woman

Red Crystal Earth GAP 1.10.19 On a gray boulder she sits. Round as the stones themselves, face weathered with crevices, in her creased robes of gray she blends in with the mound of boulders. “I am Grieving Woman,” she says, “I live in the gray zone, I blend in with shadows, where I carry your... Continue Reading →

Fifth Night: Fleshing Bones

White Spectral Dog GAP 12.14.18 This is what I do when the winter spirit curls itself around Snow soaked boots, seeps under wet socks Settles into toes and climbs to give A frigid embrace, chilling me to the bone I hop aboard a boat hewn of frosty crystals with branches of pine and birch for... Continue Reading →

Second Night: I Feel Words

Blue Galactic Hand 12.11.18 I trudge through piles of pink blue snow. Fresh flakes quickly fill the path I leave as they land, feather light. The path disappears under snowy mounds disturbed by my lumbering legs; they shift and slide, soft and deep, eating up my trail. There is a glow ahead, glimmering between the... Continue Reading →

I Am Dolphin

I am Dolphin. I sing as I nuzzle water and swim. I am Dolphin. I am in my element wriggling under the surface, liquid smooth. I am Dolphin. I inhale sunlight, exhale rainbows and shimmers. I am Dolphin. I follow my nose as I dive deep with eyes wide open. I pick up Starfish. They... Continue Reading →


9.27.18 Yellow Spectral Human Wind picks up sheets, rising water overflows, and the saturated ground squelches underfoot. I step into the opening and begin walking toward the dim distant light. The ground is muddy near the entrance, then changes to gritty damp under my bare feet a little further in. I walk toward the dim... Continue Reading →

Weaving. Woman.

5.28.18 White Rhythmic Dog GAP The mechanics of weaving I have yet to grasp. Truth be told, I do not know whether I'll grasp the mechanics in a rational mind based way, perhaps, anything is possible. As it is, the warp threads have been tied onto the apron rod, and then I wound them up,... Continue Reading →

I Am Tree

Blue Self-Existing Night GAP 3.22.18 Fired up. Triggered. Pulling the trigger on myself, though the mind seeks ways to rig me up and point fingers away, truly it’s doing the trigger pulling, it’s self-triggered, riggered, jiggered. How do we come to be so ‘full of ourselves’ anyway? One body with multitudes within, where do they... Continue Reading →


Red Self-Existing Earth 2.24.18 Angels. Winged beings or filaments of light? Incorporeal? Agents who move between places and people, guiding them by means empathic? Angels. Higher beings, though not as high as humans according to The Book . . . why do we call children angels? Oh you sweet angel! What are angels? Who are... Continue Reading →

Molten Woman

1.11.18 Red Crystal Skywalker The question of inspiration is on the move. I begin responding with the obvious, a list of what inspires me:: Layla’s dedicated daily writing, Ahmad spinning the drill to spark an ember despite the difficulty of this task, Anousheh splashing as though she’s a whale in the ocean, spilling water all... Continue Reading →

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