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

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Fortnight

My father flirts 
with death
from as far back as I can remember
this relationship
shaped my world
the worlds of his other children
the worlds of his wife
risk and its terrible
wonderful consequences
a border
who never left our home
inhabits me still

My father fights 
with life
from as far back as I can remember
he took the driver's seat
knew the road
never showed panic
no matter how lost he was

My father waits 
for spring
maybe summer
if he can lean into this life that death has
offered
recent forays into heroism
leaving him fragile, wondering about who he is
what time is where space is
compassion
a stranger better late than never 
maybe
it can be
learned
dwelling in the small gifts  of tenderness
 


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Friday, March 25, 2011

Hint Fiction 2

Sarah was Charlie's spouse #4; Charlie was her #2. No rebound. Just wistful, unfounded hope in spite of staggering evidence to the contrary.
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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Hint Fiction 1

Having decided there was no more damage to be done, Charlie moved on. Sarah, blissfully alone, contemplates first contact with a room of her own.
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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Hint Fiction: Prelude

I love bathrooms. Small, contained. Great for warming, sleeping, crying. Most people honor the closed door. No wonder I spent/d so much time in them.



Hint fiction is a prompt that challenges the writer to create a short fiction of 25 words that "hints" at something more complex beyond the words given. I am going to be experimenting with this form over the next few weeks, as an expressive adventure and a writing challenge, interspersed with my regular blog posting. Comment as you wish.... just thought I'd provide a bit of context. As always, I am delighted and humbled by the comments of  those quite generous writers who visit my blog. My thanks  and regards to you all.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sister



years and time 
don't matter
there dwells an old wisdom
 a brave heart
 hopeful tomorrows
fierce tenderness
and
your unconditional open arms


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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

8 over 6... another go at it


The day that came broke dawn in half
crawled over glass and cried
its red rough heart had lost its laugh
the exacted price for pride
then leaning on its twisted staff
relieved it hadn't died
that day grew soft for cow and calf
a generous countryside
tomorrow's open wide
 


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