Author Archives: Plain to the Ridge

there are times and time and times when weeks slip by and by and by and already, my word, April! You stand stark at the end of the hallway a long window behind glows your soul warm, lighting up as a geyser on the cliffside yellow or blue or like nothing I have ever seenContinue reading “new colors as I have never seen”

I believe what I might say, come this walk she so casually asserted, is No. I must push myself to set a boundary in a relationship I have never truly been able to. What do I want out of this? Freedom; to be hook free from the energy of her sorrow and victimhood. For soContinue reading “journal”

Remember one year long the high roads snaking ocean low wicked, saltSource and the sky the Sky she stretches for eternity one year dreaming we held each together and early sunrise after sunrise deep breath all ease, I fell in love gentle, whole chasms glowing as embers, amber sunset after sunset deeper do we rootContinue reading “Ode to my Camera Man”

My feet grow, heavy swelling pulsing along the roots of earth pulling down the gauze round my limbs, round the full of my womb and moon long off beckons, release! release! gentle soul, a clear sky will follow more blue than you believe, release! I stand naked, start, quickly the sun sees me like aContinue reading “cycles becoming cycles”

long sun i see you in all corners of the sky reaching into my eyes, shield me, take me to the edge of the world, along crest and shallow of each mountain lining our little bowl valley of life, the colors move white to purple back to white ripening with the evening Time to timeContinue reading “Long Sun”

Light fills the valley like syrup, each bead of grass reaching up, basking among the swelling fields of gold. Patience, embodiment, gratitude. The freshness of the spring, all springs, are the most gentle and true gift I shall ever receive. Planet, here, I move with you into the sun. The past I was so youngContinue reading “Reclaim March”

I’d like to explain something: some thing has been keeping my nights long, heavy, restless light in the room never changes waking sore to the idea of a day where no thing is some thing I dream of, not you / a prick on the tail of my neck or the ticks I pick pickContinue reading “not enough words is not the problem, rather no more words I can cast away to one thing or another”

Bogging down as of late, I struggle to shake my quakes of worry. Money, mush, molding life how I’d like it to look. It trickles down our spines and into the soup below my snout, my word. I revoke this! No life of mine to pine at matters faulted, fake! in measure of the Spirit.Continue reading “woes of mid march”

Today is tired, tired slow in the sky, leaking from my bones, not quite color white but something different pushes a cold to my back and I hope the day passes quickly. breath cycle back, all things will be as they are meant to be, this body a fine and glowing example all else, whatContinue reading “3/10/22”

yellow sun warm in weeks warming cheeks i face you my arms covered, quaking, limp in the last legs of winter / pearl blue sky today of all days i trust you deeply and follow longingly along the crests of each mountain and maybe one cloud to your whitening edge, one edge of your truness,Continue reading “last long weeks of freeze”