it is not likewe can wait,burning as we dowith the long ache fordissolution of selfamong the choir of trees –barefeet crunchingin late summer leaves it is not likewe can wait,hem entangledin snag breath lichen twigsand thorn –to part ferns, soft grownknee high, to findthis slow undoingwhere the longing of bonesmeets rapturousthe long silence of trees.…
lauds and always and againthis light comesdistils into bird songcalls us from sleepsings our awakening prime and perhapswe never neededto overthink thisbeing here –perhaps all we ever know,all we ever needed to knowis that we are here-nowwomen becominglichen becoming tree-lightbushbuck forest becoming morningbecoming women terce sunflowersturn their bright sky facesto look to the earthto the…
we sat on the grasson the stepsstood, leanedwaited –some brought chairs forthe elderly, the frail we came with empty hands,old wounds and wordsthat burned holes in our tonguesand kept us silent for years,we came with new ideasand shared concernswe came with love – we gathered because it is timebecause there is a childon the street…
tell me nowhow the world endsnow that morning has comeon broad-wingsmeasuring the sky withthe slow breath of feathers. tell meby the ancient light of starsby the stardust thatbecame our boneshow this path ahead –this real as mud earth tree pathnever was for our walkingthat we have lived all we can be –that it is done…
1.on my desk two seedlings in a pot,new leaves like soft hands to the sun,a gift from a neighbour on the solstice –a twining curcurbit that will hang withseed-pod sponges come season’s end. and now with the gift i rememberpast years plantingswild growing the fence closedwhere the new peach now standslong loofah like green miraclesexpanding…
down at the estuary the riverhas breached her bankpushed the crashing shorein a tumult of dark waterand waves.spawning fish waiton the turning tide. down at the estuarybetween the treeswater flows thick and darkswirling whirlpools and eddiesalong the rocks,scraping sand and old storiesfrom deep poolsto the sea to the sea. down at the estuaryhouses have been…
1.extinction is a biological termthat describes the terminationof a whole group of a speciessuch that they cannot be foundanywhere on the planet, 2.in the beginning in the beginningwhen the word was lightand light was the worldand becoming and matteringwere one and the same –we matteredhere.because we were here –planetaryperfect expressionsof the perfect here now and…
1.and what does the body rememberrain that runs rivulets down spine,cold stars, warm firehunt, chased, dancing, dancingthe earth so full of teemingthere was no tellingour heartbeat from the night. and who knewthis lonely silencewould come.this slow slide to comfortkeeping death from our doorsuntil death became the unspokenthe why of every moment of half living. does…
1.there are no crueland bitter gods here,no winter froststhat bite black deathin the shortening days – our gods are moon and sunand the green green growing,our gods are river and tree,the grass rattle seeds of summerand the songline of birdssinging bridges between worlds – the gods here speak frog-tonguefly translucent on insect wingsshatter the darknesswith…