What you hear from the water Remember.  --David Whyte, All the True Vows   listening to your muffled breath through that place in your back smelling the distinct aroma of sleep on you finding sweet solace in your unfurrowed brow mumbling to you from deep sleep vaguely hearing your mumble back these are the murmurs of a ...

  what if instead of running we slid gracefully …out of time …out of space …out of patience?   Sliding gracefully out of patience. Doesn’t that have a different tonal quality     than ‘running out of patience’?   1910 Guy Zinn, New York AL, sliding back into first base against Boston at Hilltop ...

If you are lucky, There comes a time when you tire Of the relentless Pursuit of future Moments and choose to be here In this instant, now. This post is in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “running” thanks to Jim's Little Photo & Poem Blog for this week’s prompt.

somnambudance:  a condition of sleep-dancing with such grace, creativity and precision that one appears to be awake; condition may in rare cases imitate insomina. Making up words to describe what I dreamed after watching ‘This is It’,  realizing that the profound creativity  Michael Jackson manifested was with ...

  One of my teachers, Jonathan,  says: There are three things that we need to know, deeper than our own breath: 1. We are Love: nothing more, nothing less.          Calcified, reified, rarified, embodied love. 2. There is enough of everything in the ...

Left. Right. It doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t even matter if you turn. But if you’re going to take the curve on two wheels you better be ready. Consequences abound.                  Kansas State Parks-Wilson Lake  (Hell Creek Area)    ...

At age three and a half to four and a half Regardless of what the weather appears like to me  Everyday he wakes up Patters into my room if he’s not already sleeping with me and says, ‘Grandma Beth! Grandma Beth! It’s a sunny day outside! Let’s go play!’   Edan waking up next to me, with the ubiquitous Iron Man on his pillow, ...

Like molecules in a heating beaker Like stars moving centripetally A glimpse of the patterns of their journeys Might chink into the solidified fluid mystery of our own.   Nothing is random Only poorly comprehended.          Reflection at the Japanese Gardens, Portland, Oregon, June 2009. ...

untitled poem by Eunice Tietjens The stone grows old. Eternity is not for stones. But   I shall go down from   This airy space, this swift   white peace, this stinging exultation  And time will close about  Me, and my soul stir to the  Rhythm of the daily round. Yet Having known, life will not ...

“In a boat down a fast-running creek, it feels like trees on the bank are rushing by. What seems to be changing around us is rather the speed of our craft leaving this world.”      --Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī   Photo taken at springs flowing directly out of a mountainside into the lovely Metolius River in ...

It might be true    that all things come to those who wait.    that all sights are visible in one’s heart.    that any experience is everyone’s experience. That being said… I still want to slide into deeper waters, the secret aqueducts, the chambers of the heart of the universe.     to surface ...

At the juncture where the iliacus and the psoas muscles entwine On the corner of my right hip and my future self All manner of constrictions are brought to the surface So they can be have their say. Last week, December 12, I fell down six stairs onto my right hip.  This week has brought 3 osteo adjustments, 1 physical therapy session ...

that moment when you realize that someone you just met as if casually at a party in say, Winnipeg  knows a friend of yours--the only person you know  who lives in Mauritania   you get it and that moment when you realize   that you are made of the same  stuff as the wolf  or the rat just with a few ...

Three little stories on one prompt: migration          John Day Fossil Beds, John Day, Oregon 1. diagonal pilgrimage  across the chenille throw pillow dust mites on tour wonder what they pack in their overnight bags? 2. baby elk down in the canyon bed  moving with the herd  being taught ...

  Wait.  Hold the phone. Did Michelangelo take one of those Inland Passage tours? Had a hard time getting to Vancouver from Rome in the 1500’s? Maybe he just dreamed the scene above and here came the hands of man and god, voila. The creative process is like that.  What I think of as inspiration may well be some body ...

  Struggling to become incarnated    embodied    really live in this body    and not my always-editing mind,    on what grounds do I engage    what re-incarnation might entail?   The closest I can get to understanding reincarnation is making art of of found pieces of what ...

Expectant Flesh on bone Undying heart    Essential cells Refusing bitterly.   Eight years Of vital water    Searching for the sea Since the ghoul occupied your bed And my mother departed.

  I've had this primal need to hide my neck from you. As a child I had nightmares of you flying into my tangled long red hair     and not being able to get out. The picture of your face in the Encyclopedia Britannica chilled me     what with your fangs and upturned nostrils and glittery eyes    ...

Samhain Day of the Dead All Soul’s Day Our prayer: Bring us to the edge of the known  Allow us access to what we swim in    but don’t usually breathe. These thin days shift us     like turned pages    like the enter key     like sleep. We enter the darkness of the year    with ...

Read this as a poorly executed rap/slam. TAKE 1 Descartes' famous and cheeky declaration      become the reason The rationalization The substantiation       that it’s permissible       even the calling card      of the freakishly ...