The Dynamics of Groove

to my love

i want to tell you how much i want to sing jump shout out to the world how much i love you and i’m not afraid of what they say or complexity i’m not afraid of the confusion some may have over little things that we know you see because deep down we all know…

looking at the water

we sit out and look at the water as seals sun themselves on pointy rocks yet totally comfortable seals look over at us blinking hey what are you guys doing? they seem to say we step into the water and it’s so cold that we have to laugh we stand on millions of little treasures…

standing

first touch of water is shocking it’s colder than you think it’s going to be but you’re held and in that warmth throughout your bones your skin muscles marrow consuming you to the core at the same time as the surface shiver jolts you awake teeth chattering and yet you feel warm inside though you…

the place of hidden echoes

there’s a place few know about it’s a special place where sound echoes into forever it gets etched into time it’s a place where you can shout at the top of your lungs you can tell the world anything in this place and voice reverberates across land across water it echoes and barks back at…

moving like a cloud

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…

storm

you underestimate us you think you know but you don’t know you get over-confident but we stay working stay building you try to trick us make us think we’re not capable that we have no choice that we will be ruled by fear and hate but we are not we know how to survive we…

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…

the twelve paintings

The day after the rain stopped, the girl came upon a kind of cave. It was a makeshift shelter built from the natural deepening of the rock. There were twelve paintings or groupings of markings inside. It was evening and the light from the moon was the only way she could see inside. Tracing her…

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…