Saturday, November 27, 2021

alright


I'm here again, at this page. a mystery moving in me. 
north stars and pathways that sing the shining sea.
turning and moving, always at the start.
this constant reckoning of the human heart.

I'm the sightless storyteller, and the clueless reader all in one.
rhythms and ropework, pathmaking on the run.
weaving and mourning, looking for solid ground
what is quicksand and what the great round.

oh for a key,
for a well used map and ocean chart,
oh for gold unspun,
or port, a letter from home and a place to run aground.


shrinking

 ah. We found it you and I,
utterly hidden and scuppering the whole fleet.
we were busy with surgery but now we have the knife
so! to martial arts and scabbardry, and dressing the wound.

kismet

The Card of Sekhmet-
All being, All giving, Dark Golden Cat
(who ever fucking could be Ready For That).

of war and healing
of claws and keening
not the stuff of safety nets
and yet
and yet
and yet
with sunrise and swordcraft
and midnight fire
for memory and magic
redeeming desire
(the river of ghosts, and the noble son, wounded and brave, wholly undone)
(she calls, she calls as the snake eats the sun)

for rolling the dice and placing the bet,
for finding the temple,
for risking regret.

and now the scarab
and now the flame
Hecate's key is hidden again.


Saturday, August 28, 2021

meditation haiku triptech

    the still pond at rest,
holding the clouds and soil
together at once.

wind comes, water moves.
fish feed, soil blooming upwards
stillness vanishes.

only moonlight now,
night sounds overtake clear sight
pond breathes, sleeps and dreams.

love after love

taking the old loves
with all their imperfections
weaving what was lost
with the things that were not
the work of this world and the next
the work of redemption and the unraveled hex
the work of Orpheus
weaving. weaving, weaving what was lost


Sunday, July 25, 2021

harvest field

to lay down, with grace
golden
having been found
fully 
made
perfectly 
free


Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Mother's Day haiku May 09 2021

Every being 
has a mother- that bird, this fish. 
We are all children.