we came without our gods, without our sacred stones carried from the place the earth rent open and birthed us from the void, without the beasts that named us or the trees that gave us speech, with only the makeshift sky god for company whose truth bent ever in our favour. we came without our…
unclothed would be impractical 6am autumn cold climbing through fences pushing brush thicket to be here with the sky, but there is a nakedness to this meeting between my breath and that which breathes me here in the half light, a snorting foot stamping aliveness that crackles between hill and skin and sky. please tell…
beloved, i cannot swear allegiance to your god. if it is he who is to be the face of the beloved then i am truly lost – but goddess help me i have felt the ocean in my bones, burned with the fire of a thousand petty suns longing for a god made manifest. and…
let my hands learn to pray finger tips and palm skin to warm pulse skin, let them learn postures of love in this world. hands that grasp and lift and shape matter, let them carpal metacarpal phalanges learn to speak only love. let my work in the world speak my love.
i say the stars you left in my sky every name for your being forming new on my lips. there is no moon to witness this prayer of wheel and heart and hands, but moths come giddy on soft wings whispering your name to the night.
these are our high and holy days the ones where we shake the night’s rain from blossoms so they might yield their scent to our breath, the ones where we wake to the sound of smartphones proclaiming the day, (and the hour and the weather) the ones we make toast for, early morning iron pans…
articulating the bones don’t mind me while i sound your bones – listening for your stories of creation. reading by touch in the dark of night what shaped the animal you became, to see where your heart gnawed at the cage of your ribs when the sky was so big you thought you might explode.…
if i have made a god of you i am sorry. if i have built alters and shrines to the beauty of your being only to sacrifice my self at your feet, i ask for pardon. if i have worshiped at the temple of you, taken your name in vain in the quiet of the…