today I stopped seeing myself through your eyes so I scratched them out and put them on paper emptied the suitcase with fury and ferocity throwing it all into the air as fluttering flags of inner states modes of seeing dived into the deeper end yet again, that widening yonder…

I long I long I long I have worked to create care in a poetic realm but the vey proces of creation must happen within a frame, where care is far from sight. I long for at place for dwelling, a place for intuition, a place for senses, a place…

The most gentle, quiet love I have ever given and received. Subtlety  in gesture, secrets in looks, a flash of an eye revealing entire worlds. Bone, nut and coin I shall never forget this thankyou -A

Inhale, exhale, my dress is black, I have sewn pockets in to it, a container of care, I follow the veiled being, she has a soft string, I let it rest in my hand, up the stairs, four people on a string, walking slowly, I go through the portal of…

… continued from part air.   In the Cosmic Scrapyard, gods and humans, astray in the abyss after the end of the world, gathered around a little fire. A conversation ensued between gods and humans. Only fragments of the conversation are remembered. “You stole”, the gods said. “You ruled unfairly”.…

Move through the mud through clouds of thoughts through the seasons of life as if it has been given to you only once this heart this body this soul move it has been given to you only once

While preparing the briefcase I selected to bring on the trip, I found a drivers lisence I had been looking for for a year, My mother found hers on the same day. I found also a slew of letters; Some imbued with love, Others still dangling pain, And a postcard-…

listening we were the ones that didn’t breathe fled into a heaven of white walls sat still on a staircase like rocks on butterflies setting our insides afire to devour the smoke someone asked how are you being held? how are you being whole? I didn’t need a story I…

Anticipating once more the deep nourishment of the Sisters Hope crucible. Of exploring the poetic self, and tenderly meeting others. This is where the gaze softens and patience elongates like an shadow.  Letting go. Being. Watching. Waiting. And suddenly stepping forth.  In time. In body. In presence.

Im Reading the word self-rehabilitation this morning. And I light up. This is kind of the feeling im left with after the stay with Sistershope and other participants. Self-rehabilitation. I know the word rehabilitation so Well from my professionel worklife. To work with the mindset of rehabilitation. It has been…