Soul & Sea

Flute magician unknown. Other world unknown. Time and space unknown. Lady soaking the sun unknown. Sun unknown. Lady carrying the woods…

I remember the mop of blond light he wore like a crown & the way my daughters  pointed to scratches on my face & bites on my hands after…

Having nowhere to go is how we arrive

Poetry

Reflection

Our nib hits a snowball and the Himalayas turn blue.

This writer self relies on  twin pillars of memory & imagination which another day —  in the not-self of meditation are winged boulders of…

A Hearty readier & more to go love her thoroughly

Mysterious Tales

A poem for seekers of Self

I am lost. The winds are strong, amongst the skies, never ending.

I sometimes go back there, driving down the streets of my youth, the small house where I was married & the old red-brick school. Look…

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Mythical creatures of mother winter

A poem

My First Gnostic Poem

Where is home for you?

How we silence ourselves and mock each other — it occurred to me as I was ploughing through old papers where I found so many people I had…

A Winter Solstice Ceremony

Where were you? The question always comes—  Where were you at life’s end?  Where were you when Elvis & John Lennon died?  Where were you…

Poetry

Transforming transforms me

Petals of blood red germanium scattered after the thunder and rains of last night, have a beautiful bud fallen off too, detached from its…

The Demise of Genuine Friendship