UNMAKING BEDS I USED TO SLEEP IN REMOVING THE SAFETY BLANKET LETTING AIR IN UNDER MY SKIN FORGETTING NIGHTMARES CREATING DREAMS MANIFESTING A NEW REALITY ?

Not a home, per say but a pyre on which to cast ones self and be immolated.

… staying … with myself and with all of you   I can Be with ease And with so much more   … 8; …

An Anti-heroin with a thousand faces, weaving tales like mist over the open sea. As the falling angel whispers to open the gates to the cold, dead and flaming goal at the end of spiral of violence. Under the darkened moon, she sharpens care and connection. She ties you up,…

Zrak can be scattered and warm But it can also concentrate into air point With precision and intensity Like a laser

Went to the sea last night, first act after landing, And came to the water’s edge (alone and without seeing, across the wide berth of the shore), stumbling upon it nearly with the strips of washed-up tang And felt the sting of very cold water swirling at my ankles and…

If I were to speak of my love, I would return to the sweet elderflower brushing my nose tip in the summer, and to kiss-stains of pollen If I were to speak — stop — listen : do you hear how the cold salt water beckons us to turn back,…

Can we create a more poetic, connected and caring world, without being immersed in nature, in daylight, positive emotions, deep feelings of connection, and ethical imagination on how to serve and create a better world, for the emergence of a ‘new normal’? Is there a place or need for shutting…

Separate in reality The matter is with you You still feel it on your skin You feel it under your Skin It shows The weight of thoughts The energy they store Can memories live forever In the space between us? Does space dillute? Do the memories re-ignite? when the space…

Breath. Deep. Again. What is inside me? What is around me? What is…