Everything’s reinvention


2D2BDB62-9009-4E54-B53D-8CED68055022.jpegIt’s felt like a race
I know it’s a dance
Made sure to pray, my way
I’m alright
I got it again

A thousand ways to reinvent the spark to fire
day of a thousand skies



Lone boat


Wash me
Brush me
Hold me
Unfold me
Feed me
Bathe &
Clothe me
Treat me
As if I were a broken man        a man
just been found
After years
Lost at sea                         at sea

I don’t know
How to ask
To fight for me
I often think
I’m likely not              worth it

And  the   wind    picks     up
My sails fill once       more


waiting for the train to Portland


After the grey bic I gave him failed to light his smoke, Mr. Wood told me ” you made that happen didn’t you? You’re powerful.” My response was a silent acceptance of their words & I followed them outside to lend them my fire. I remarked on their pink beanie now endearingly upon a head which in contrast to a mess of grey/white beard/hair & the one triumphant tooth, it seemed to create an agelessness even behind those weathered waterways & pathways formed on their face. Straightening their spine & stated “why thank you! I’m half girl”, standing in loose yoga pants, two different socks & a shawl with their arms crossed. Without thought or filter, I replied “hey me too” & I think both of us felt seen & we smiled. She made sure to see us off, My lover & I, as we stepped up onto the train. “See you in Hawaii !” She waved.

Solstice Travel


The way the light dancers move across the overhead

this capsule, our collective temporary home

strangers packed into a tubular dwelling, shared air & farts

I know I’m getting older because my feet swell at higher altitudes

formerly an unremarkable impact on my body, with a rubber band elastic capability

we know rubber binders last longer with continuous use

I cried out with a perfect surrender, I never owned how much abandonment effects

more what damage rejection has left

so maybe that void has widened along with it my sensitivity

sensibility through humbling fragility has rendered me frightened

fear alone could never deter me

if I thought hard enough

pretty much all things

are terrifying .




you can be sugar

and i

can be salt

you can be sweet

and i’ll leave you



Wash out


Washed up
On shores of dissolved expectation
Red beaten
tenderized by
abrasive immobile
measures of grandiose
Tear away
Rip tidal gruesome
Wake to woke to aching
barren bones
Indecisive truth
Patience developing
On beaches of invention
Washed up