imagine if you could move through the world with no fear no hesitation that every encounter made you stronger more nimble imagine if you didn’t worry about what people say or what they think or if you’re pleasing someone imagine if you recognized parts you didn’t like about yourself and they disappeared that they were…
Category: Poems
simple things
this is a poem for simple things like counting to 10 or finding a penny it’s about alarm clocks and tissue paper it’s about your favorite bag or finding an old receipt it’s about tripping over a stick that is not very big and laughing at that it’s about the glitter that some sidewalks have…
favorite song
favorite song comes on static electricity and the people that know say yes hands outstretched to the sky lights turn to blue flash to magenta now’s the time for your best dance moves or sometimes you just sit back and smile arms laced in back of your head close your eyes nod to the beat…
water whisperers
i know people who whisper to water who by lake sides and giant pools trickling streams and expansive oceans lean into the water’s edge and you see them skipping smooth stones you see them walking endlessly on the shore along the banks where sand and dirt and rock meet water who stop to look out…
a million sacred spaces for every 100 feet
there are a million sacred spaces in the span of 100 feet and each step you take is setting a foot on one they are invisible and each is very precise because there are many different kinds of ways the world in which we live can be sacred some are very small so small that…
fog moves in the hills
the fog misty sits in the hills low covering the ground and grey cloud so soft transparent put your hand through it but could never hold onto it dark green grasses reach up when the clouds drift low and sometimes the way the moon shines as the wind moves looks like a silent song where…
space to pause
catch my breath and look out into the void and i forget where i am for a second but it’s the kind of flash that happens in an instant in a lifetime staring back into nothing blink of an eye opening to the world in the seat of the unknown in liminal space and liminal…
the beauty of imperfections
like if a porcelain cup tipped on its side and it had a chip in it it’s a drop of ink that marks the margins of a page an intricately designed rug that has a snag a flower that is short one petal a bike with a slight bend rim a dog that has a…
transmission
dark room with bright pink lights and little blue ones from the bits of mirror spins out like your floating red glow dots drift around the room fade into ovals stretched along the wall and we all know that the synth bass is so rich sometimes hard to take bright light in the corner is…
The Dynamics of Groove 