your gaze

what you see is what you are what if it was true that to focus on pain meant you caused more of it …..   what if your gaze was the moon and your heart the ocean your feet like two brown bears dusted and beautiful rubbing through earth scratching and tasting swimming like mulch-snakes

Comfort

A beautiful friend is translating my poetry for my upcoming book into French! here is an example of her delicious, delicate and astute translation   Comfort Our bonds have become our own doing no matter how tightly we are conditioned how painful our restraints how deeply we were wounded or by whom in the end

Swallow The sea

  So now today I awake and I KNOW this ….universe….. is …..food! I open my mouth and fill like the little Chinese boy who swallowed the sea I inhale this swirling chocolate and marshmallow fishes school into rainbow wells I imbibe this fizzy tang that crashes like waves decorating inner cliffs with lines that