Self-Portrait, 2009
i burned the blue from my veins
carrying arms filled with fire
to the glacier of your pain
but those flames only melted
the fragile piece reserved for me
now all I can see is you floating away
on the smallest fragment of your aching
and i wonder if you will ever be free
oh sweet mire of childhood dreams
when life or death unchains your heart
please remember me.
Beauty Tears
“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.” -Rumi
I took this photo today. It is part of a series of visual poetry on horses. I will post more soon.
Moon River
starling weaves silk lashes into
eyes deadened by sleep
raven claw and infant marrow
build thick into sinew and mercury
my beds are strewn in catacombs
wearing goddess on their columns
following the track of honey
to the beginnings of the sun
undone, sweetness is slow to cast waves
of troubled heart and faltering face
i am the blink of a muscling star
In a sky of boundless, glittering dust
wombless and wanton
buried selfless in soft
the songbird opens her mouth
and mimics the wind
it was cold outside the gate
summer snow pressed against hot metal bars
swans swam in melting reflections of the stars
i awoke to find them weeping
sky eyes pressed against the cage
the ocean of a heart beat inside
flapping it’s aching water wings into their beaks
agape and parched with glory and moon glitter
white serpentine throats
wound around salted crests of time
wanton and clinging to promise of some brighter depth
free by their weight in feathers
bound by their breath in time
woven thick into minutes
by breath and cloud changes,
and other sweeping bursts
of things called mine.
Veils & Oceans
filled to the brim, i crack again
under weight of wine filled porcelain
lips stain blood kisses on the rim
i am seeping through my pores
from wounds and tears made light
by twilight and distant vines
someday the room will be empty
or my friends will fall asleep
and I will scream into ghost ears
words that chase paper and guests away
my life is a practice in holding back oceans
made of skinless, boneless me
pressing hot against my pores
and searching for the door
that leads to the place where i can be
what if i let go, let flow
let the barriers down
and allowed the source of this well
to have it’s way with me
the world might eat my soul
or my soul might eat me free
When I was going through my portfolios to organize my series, I found some of my favorite candid photos. Old memories, recent memories, and moments I hardly recall. Check it out in the permanent “Photo Album” link above.
..And if you are in the mood for exploring new music, please check out Little Annie. I discovered her about a week ago and have been hooked since then! This is going to be the soundtrack to my weekend. She is releasing a new album called GENDERFULL very soon and the first track is a preview from it. If you like what you hear, buy the new album and support real musical talent while there is still some left on the planet. Have a nice weekend, everyone.
I had a bunch of comments to my below “Woodstock” post, but I just deleted them ALL by accident. I also deleted everyones comments for like the past month! I thought I was just deleting from my storage but I actually wiped them out all together. Thanks for all of the love on my last post, and I am sorry I deleted everyones comments into oblivion!
