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

Friday, May 4, 2012


pink bells 
pealing in all 
a delicate sway
leaning  into velvet
almost touching


  1. a convergence of an image on a card sent to my son and a glimpse of a swath of flowers heavy with the melt of cold in this strange niagara springtime

  2. 3000 square feet of land and one lone purple tulip. I'd think poetically about that but the squirrels would probably read it and eat that last bulb.

  3. A beautiful image that must be conjured as none such exists in the jungle where I live.

  4. Velvet stillness....I could use some of that...lovely image.

  5. Tell me your unconscious (or even your conscious) ensured that the poem resembles a tulip - love it :)

  6. WM- loved the image you have offered and can't help but agree with your assessment of the squirrel's relationship with tulips... or poetry.. or both! you always bring great food for thought. thanks
    Mr.C-funny how i take these flowers for granted!! your jungle seems to have a wonderful beauty all its own if your images are any indication.
    LIfeisnotreal-thanks for the kind comment.
    Garth -- :)
    I'm never sure if these shape poems actually look like i think they will.... glad that this one came close enough. thanks!!

  7. punch-thanks for the kind words. glad you liked.