“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
Matsuo Basho
Two Hips and A Doorframe
Don’t consider
where the road leads
Just. Let’s. Walk. Together.
Both in and out of time
Your hip is on mine
Bound for Corrosion
Fuse me, the magma in my heart,
To the fire core that birthed this rock
Where once upon a time
Lava loved forth like a fluid firework
Like an unreasonable river
Only to eventually cool solid.
The Telling Place
Be still when I speak, I’m trying
To get back into the telling place
This is not about you
It’s all about me, and this:
How to grow love
How to be in it
ogni passo
step together
step anyway
step for you
step for her
step for hope
step forward.
Here’s to a year of movement-
Live every step for what it is.
Happy Transition!
Somewhere Deep: Go To The Edge (Part 4)
The passage is now accompanied by knowing
So I travel downward on the memory of upward perspective
Unclothed of reciprocity, sores from the initial cascade reopen
They know about the inevitable upward climb.
Somewhere Deep: Taking Back The View (Part 3)
I’ll be here
When the outskirts of stability blend
with the disorderly flurries at love’s windy precipice.
I will dive again
Lost In The Overgrowth
There in that open meadow
We flattened the flora
We created a space that now amplifies the echoes of our calling
A space that there is no way to get back to
Somewhere Deep: Looking Up (Part 2)
I’m gazing up at them now:
the premeditated,
the unplanned,
each one, a unique trajectory.
Oh, the joy of watching the lovers
who resisted
with all their minds’ power
And plunged anyway
Without you
As time would have us
There is little of it left in this pose
Where the you to me is overgrown with speculation
And the in between has more to offer than you ever did.
Somewhere Deep: Overcoming The Edge (Part 1)
All at once, I was bathing in a thermal breeze,
Warming numbness with newness,
Drunk on the swirling color
That still rises from somewhere deep
Flurries of carnal exhaust took the shape of nothing
And the color of everything
Into the Backdrop
In the partial shade or light we could sit there
Could we sit there? Guarded by the color still hanging on?
In sun-pierced red and yellow:
Me on one side, you on the other.
We could forget about the tightrope and explore the light and dark of in between.
This Wanting Space
What exploded in chaotic color
Now has a devoted space on the walls.
Visitors stop to wonder at it,
Connecting with its forms and blushing tone