MIXED MEDIA STORYTELLING
In the name of all that is joyous to the heart,
Gladdening to the eye, and is kindling to the belly,
In the name of all that stokes courage,
Fuels passion, and promotes dreaming,
Even though we may get lost
By the stars in the cosmos we find our way, Continue reading “Pathfinding”
There are witches who live-
In the woods
Also crossing busy streets,
They weave their way
Between city and field-
Both good and bad
Like that one on the black bridge,
Our grandmothers and aunties warned us,
She sucks blood and eats young children
Grabbing girls with jagged claws
Nailing boys with curved toes
Pulling them to her maw Continue reading “Fiction”
Last night’s brussel sprouts
Filled me with gases
Then I became a hot air balloon
Rising up through dusty webs toward stars
Who blinked at my sudden appearance. Continue reading “Ursa”
Autumn’s full of flair,
Shaking out her crimson hair,
Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled
With sunlight that in summer spilled,
And now she beams while letting go
Ablaze before the fall.
The woodpecker way,
Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden,
Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness
But to get through layers
Where necessary nourishment lives,
One feeding the other,
In the movement a transference
Of information,
Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic
Dancing to a drilling drum beat
The woodpecker way.
Under the boughs
Turtle clouds come and go
Dissolving into blue skies
Angel ladies dance behind the ridges. Continue reading “Turtle By Day”
