she shakes off the domestication
like a heavy whip

while those who are hounddogs
who are looking for those rabbit holes
where defenseless creature live

they dream about feeling powerful
chasing tails in their sleep

Karmic butter

She cuts through karma like a saw cuts through butter
a straw a handle a bone a fragment
a string of hearts

Dream Child:   I’d cross the Rio Grande for you Even if you’ll only come to the shore.   I’ll blend the sky into rainbow hues With an open heart – you can see that and more.   Dream a little. Laugh a little. Dream child. Become your best. I am right here beside you […]

Heaven's Light (by moonlight)

 will she don ballerina shoes (not for relaxing)

while playing with children to teach

or will she fall amongst the stars

and create a wave in heaven's unfurled (furthest) reach

and how will travel suit her (with betrayal or seduction)

if she faces towards the day will love succomb (or betray)

gentle swiftly feminine ideals fade to night (as lightning strikes ignite)

setting in motion thoughts of grandeur (while tired bones and body beg for tenure)

the Feminist, the lost one (the duck dabbles) while city crews dismantle

rising in a unisex chorus (WILL YOU)

negotiate-her. again. (WILL YOU) please organize (be precise) cherish us?

will (YOU) bring down the skies (so that we can just play and we can dance)?

And what (of the Light)? Will you disentangle this for (US)?

Asia 2017

Chocolate

The Stars

When I hid my chocolate among the stars
it was only because I thought you would never look up

This was after I dreamt you had hidden yourself  among the trees of the deep, dark forest along the streams and the stones

 All I thought was, if only I could only dream about you ...
was the only way to see you

Why I consider embarrassment a strategy

I fell prey to being alone.

Neglected in the prison-pool of timelessness.
A precious resource that unfolded before me like never before.
I came into being as I came into loss.
And then, you returned.

I blamed you for leaving me alone in the first place,
unprotected and envious.  My needs mattering less and less.
The scales tipping towards those who demanded,
Those who prettied themselves, thinned themselves,
who appeared free, or should I say, unslaved.

What is it fair or not fair?

I had been given a role,
Afterall, I was given unilateral permission to have 'success' or become 'failure'.
As if I chose.  And IF I chose either? Or neither?
A split atom, a Schrodinger's cat... I might disappoint or even anger,

Falseness or truth. Despair or fashion. Drops or tides.
Alone I will say that, yes, alone. Alone while I waited.

The Angels Light Up the Night Sky

The angels light up the night sky while bandages around my heart keep the ache from spilling out into my protected silken bandages.  And yes, I am wrapped cautiously around "new". Veins in my arms mark the chapters of my story even yet while these chapters are still unfolding. I notice people that can't listen. I notice people that can help and do. I notice myself feeling pride in my closure of a door, with Love and peace. I wonder when the bruises will fade - I wonder. Moving is measured by the healing of the scrape on the top of my foot. by the number of bumps and bruises on my legs. by the broken finger nails, and dirt that remains underneath. By the sore muscles from the multiple life-heavy boxes I hand-carry up one set of stairs and down another. Up another. and open and clean and toss. Another set of stairs. The angels light up the night sky. The move is done and another chapter begins. As if reading one non-stop novel at a time isnt enough.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEvsDuJYEnI