the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

16.3.19-17.3.19 ∆two cogs of being

dead raven stops me

eight trees stand guard weathervanes

stay still hear sky swirl

upsidogi is

the changing the cog shifting

ending the cycle

of violence we do

it joyfully learning the

together strong peace

dance demands complete

presence honest trust a

choice each moment

as upsidogi

dances spins traces her path

records an echo

moaning tree behind

me wakes me from my daze to

hear crow and echo

recognize patterns

to learn again i am part

warp and weft of love


every moment each

cell is transforming a death

decay dance becomes

the activator

leaps onto the cog dance with

its center. new way.

18?19.3.19-28.3.19 the revolutionary act of standing still in rays of winter sun and the roaming part of human beings

3.3.19-8.2.19 ∆decay>new growth offering