Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Monday, March 23, 2009


It was a night so bright
with moon
blue darkness
everything holding its breath
a herd of young deer stood poised in watchful attention
barely concealed
the grove of winter
more spare
for having neither snow nor leaf
as sanctuary

as if with one bold thought
they began leaping and bounding about
a gleeful and recklessly unguarded ballet
perhaps my breath caught in my throat
at the wild beauty of it...
and that was enough
they halted in mid air...

split second of suspended joy, more swift than anything human
scattering in all directions
white tails twitching
a final saucy remark
at my indigent voyeurism

that night calls me back
year after year
moon & sun
dancing together
tensions of light and shadow
dark and dawn
wildness and repose...
...their necessary intermingling
frought with yearning
riding the crests of pendulums
cosmic ocean
trusting the connection
to guide
the unfolding


  1. "as if with one bold thought"

    this line adds more layer to the poem...
    as it relates to more than one subject...

    like this ambiguity... and also the connection you illustrate so magnificetly...

    season's greetings

  2. "trusting the connection to guide the unfolding"

    This line really speaks to me. Instead of harshly forcing disclosure, demanding that I learn and discover, better to welcome its delicate and shy unfolding. My eureka moments usually come after a long, deep, percolating...after I allow my thoughts to settle into my body...I usher and welcome and even envelop myself with the unfolding.

    Your writing facilitates this for me,


  3. HB and Derliwall-- such lovely comments and such lovely words... I delight in these gifts of expression