a poet’s work

the beginning usually sucks: unlearning truths undoing selves unending days unwending paths oh, good GOD. that’s total crap. you’re right. then what? self laughs at self or cries ceding the stage ego averts smiles in her eyes moves down to find her seat...

This is my work

Something snapped inside of me. I can only do soul-satisfying work now alone and with people I love    I’ve been apprentice to the phenomenon for ten years. And find it has more to do with community support expanding love ceding control appreciating freedom...

Pirate Chicken Houses: A Story for Bayo

Hi Bayo, you asked: “Do you have encounters that could be considered ‘extraordinary’? – ones which do not fit into any logical framework, and which you often feel embarrassed to share with others for fear of being labeled ‘crazy’? Perhaps...