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

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


on this longest
winter night
cold is an old friend
bearing unguarded memories
feet circled around an open oven
hot sugar bread
thick, too sweet tea
yarn darned socks
too patchworked to be worn
but home
wearing a coat to bed...
awakened by a too bright moon
every sigh visible silver
with swirls, worlds and faces
in frost and lace
I remember smiling into the darkness


  1. It is the smile that shows the darkness there is no fear and where there is no fear there is no darkness. I like my coats and darned socks in the chill.

  2. I've been dressing similarly for bed and find it brings back good memories of fireplace heated homes where we toasted ourselves on each side then ran like hell to get in bed before we cooled off.

    Happy holidays, friend.


  3. WM and Crow--- glad to hear that there are kindred spirits out there with similar winter strategies and memories...
    Gerry--- it is an uncanny and beautiful time.... each year it brings new gifts;thanks for the words