Resuscitate

I held my fresh wounds to your ear

Like an ocean shell

So you could hear

All the nuances of hell in which I dwelled

You licked both blood and brine

Untangled battered twine

Unfolded tampered cloth

And held your lips to mine.

Prayer To Mother Isis

Dance with me

O sacred one

I will make an altar of the souls of my feet

And slice open the web of silence

 

Dance with me

O ancient one

I will hold the space for all the fallen stars

To crawl out of the mud and hug open the bright new dawn

 

Dance with me

Oh mother moon

I will fashion a drum of my heart

 

Dance with me

Oh, fill my womb

With sacred beats

And untold wings.

 

Let all the ravens unfold across my sun-bleached bones

 

Let all the cats stretch out across my soul.

 

Mark me, scathe me, make me whole

 

Let us catch all the tears in the sacred bowl,

And offer them up to the center

 

Queen ISIS I evoke you

 

Rub the mud from the mirror

Take us home to the shared soul

Where we will see clearer

We will dance the story untold

And make right the ripe unfolding.

We will Tether back the great umbilicus

And sing the song of remembrance.

 

We will feed the field of golden fruit again.

We will flow and we will ebb

The stars will fall into the web

We offer up our holy hands and the salt from our eyes

The story never ends

And the ink never dries /////

They Came

They marched through biting cold and frozen mold with a halos of stars

strung right-round

the Sogging heads

they carried through the rain

 

Through the forest they came

Dancing through a thicket of stars

To tap their slender fingers up against my window pane

 

‘Til cracks spread like lace and spider web

 

Shadowing my face and tearing into my head

 

My window fell like icicles onto the forest floor

 

My face was naked

Cold and famous among the brush and all the nameless leaves

 

The slender fingers lingering, uncurled to me

My eyes were frozen shut but in the dark room of the nighttime I could see

 

The slender slice of moon bobbing; a buoy in the trees

 

The kiss of your lips and the swoon of your knees

 

Your opal eyes as you returned to me

With arms outstretched like galaxies.

You Will Go On A Great Journey

I rolled past honey drenched hills

And fields sewn of golden soma

Under windows of the sky,

Beneath her eye,

I always wandered.

 

Unspooling golden twine,

My wound-up spooled spine-

Unwinding in its time.

(always I wandered).

Between great wheels with ivory arms, holding up the sky

I swam down rivers and snakes of tar, always beneath her eye.

Against the coast, I tasted ocean brine,

Sneaking like a small dream

Between these lips of mine….

 

I lost my train of thought

And fought the tears I sought

Between lost mounds

With tales of death

 

(their flowers spoke of resurrection.)

 

 

I rolled past painted signs with half dead faces pointing me in all directions.

Bold gods of many millennia frowned, sienna and umber up from the ground, their regal chins jutting into child-bearing towns,

And when I gave them my tears, they gave me the sound of the stream, crystalline, gurgling up from the mound.

 

(Everything is a cycle, child.)

 

between sties and silos,

scythe’s and halos

I swam wildly

Winding golden twine into a great hawthorn nest.

 

I hooked my heart and beat my breast

 

Great birds with hooked beaks gazed down and eyed me with mild fascination as I drove myself like a stake, into some heart-somewhere.

 

I wound up and down taffy hills, and rolled through cotton candy sunsets.

 

I tarried down juniper-lined streets and rocky high roads,

 

My eyes scanned for something unknown.

 

I always wandered.

 

I found myself in books and nooks off beaten trails

In rocks and rails

I lost my sails and all my screws

My honey too,

(my honey too).

 

I burnt the map and drank the sap

 

I followed the visions.

 

I lost myself.

 

 

I always wandered.

 

 

I tore down all the golden thread, let loose the ropes that held my head

 

I sat beneath a good wide tree and silently, found me.

 

No sign could point me to this place,

 

No twine can decorate my face.

 

I salvaged fallen stars and golden grace.

 

I hollered up at empty space

 

And wandered where no one could see.

 

Beneath her twinkling eye,

 

And her lips of lullaby,

 

I read the book of me.

 

Big

I used to try to make myself so small

Like if I could fit into the cracks and crags

No one would see me

Huge and amplified

All my insecurities

All of my beauty

Would shrink along with me

And then maybe,

I wouldn’t have to be

 

So huge

 

Now, with my ideas

Now with my full moons and my love

Now with my wet eyes

Now with my thunder thighs

 

 

I used to try to shrink myself way down

A silver sliver that would slide into oblivion

Who would not have to stand at the grand podium of god and shine in golden shimmers of light and say

 

This Is Me

 

all my edges all my mounds all my might and all my insecurity

here I am, this is me, and

I am grown now

Responsible for my glory

I own my fate

And all this love flows from my hips

Again and again

 

I return

 

Larger toward the grand union, the one

Here I am

Big thighs

Wet eyes and all,

 

Here I am

 

For all to see.

 

On Leaving

When he left me, I was an uncorked bottle of primordial mud oozing down past the crust of the earth.

Flickering into earth worms and spreading my stench, like death, through millennia of dust.

I was the stuff of menstrual blood

A pre-lingual woman who squats in the dirt

Fermented heart and eyes like vinegar

Eyes like a jagged scream

 

Eyes just like no one ever knew me

 

-Eyes like the endless dunes of night….

And a mouth just as long and as loathsome as your tattered feet in flight

A Mouth as lost and hollow as the empty street light

 

That hung its heavy head like a bent (spent) poppy

and splattered shattered fragments of light across the night

Under the moon, by the river

 

The night we broke our promises.

 

When he left me, I was a shattered window pain

And the empty space of a forgotten name

 

The stars were all blinking out and it was I to blame.

 

 

 

When you met me

I was whole, as whole as can be

I was strong and miles tall but soft as a stream

And steady in my dreams

I was one woman and not half of one circle

 

 

For years that woman slipped away

Quietly

Into the nooks and crannies of your neck

But she’s come to call on you now

And tell you

 

I’m back.

 

Thighs like sledgehammers and mouth like a diamond

 

I’m back.

 

Flanked by wolves and scabs of night

 

I slip across my shadow, and tear long holes in my soul but its real and it’s me.

 

 

 

You are such a slippery thing, like a gust of wind you ripple through my hair

My fingers tare across the air but then;

 

You’re Gone.

 

I sit within the pool of my molten soul, so hot and cold.

You’re gone.

I wonder if you were ever really there at all.

 

 

This is the part where I grow strong.

 

 

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We Are Praying

I

Was a babe

Blinking, spinning

Tumbling out

The soft machine of skin

Gave way to me

Again, again

 

I was a babe

Not knowing the course teeth of womanhood

Of course

Not knowing

The delicate balance of being and showing

Of grounding and growing

 

I was a babe and unafraid

My only point of reference was sweet love

No words plotted to box in my existence

To limit my reverence

To create a fate for me

 

It is late now but I see

That there’s still that babe in me

The round pewter and cream

The tarnished varnish of the dream

The drizzle splash and gleam

The soul that lives between

The skin,

the bones,

the dreams;

 

The most authentic bit of me

The ends that justify my means.

It is dark now, the veil is thin and I can see

The immortality in me.

The rounds from ground to sky to earth

The mound, to spirit, back to birth.

Nature, in her immortal beauty, reclaims your breath

Again and again

You return

You reach a pinnacle:

A life that burns

With purpose

 

You are newborn and anointed by the milk of stars

I am newborn, I am space worn

We are wartorn and this world is ours.

 

I am a child born in bones and skin

I am a child of stardust virtues and of earthly sins

And one of many

Scrying for stars in my tealeafs

Screaming out between the lines of injustice and corruption

Dreaming out between the minds of lust and trust and loving

Screaming and crying

Dreaming and scrying

Learning how to live between the birthing and the dying

Learning how to take the wake standing, sitting, lying

 

Learning

how to breath

 

underwater.

Coming up for air and breathing stars and musk,

Between the cycling dawn and dusk.

 

This is me and I am

one of many.

 

we are the warriors of the new dawn

we are praying to keep moving on

we are praying for disclosure

we are praying for change

we are praying to remember

the wisdom of our ancestors

our prayers burn the world like embers

and open up the ancient eyes of earth

this fire turns the land and offers up rebirth

our people are the hopeful menders

the fire tenders

our people are moon people

our people are bone people

our people are sun people

our people are stone people

our people are lying in the grass of self discovery

whispering prayers into the creases of each other’s palms

our people have strong hands that are lined in secret psalms

our people are a strong people to inherit the earth with all her bounty joy and pain

and we are praying to ourselves and all those prayers gather like rain

we are praying for our health

we are praying to ascend

we are praying for salvation

for the hate and war to end

we are praying for creation

we have a tear which we must mend

we are praying for the means to be justified by the end

we are praying to the everything, which is woven in impossible oneness, and nevertheless,

is.

We are praying to resurrect heaven on earth

Not for some, but for all

We are praying to the earth and to the moon and to the air

We are praying to each other to hold the light and take the stages

We are praying for our mothers, sisters, brothers,

For our lovers, for the witches, for the moon strung mages

 

We are not praying for some far off god to take a hand and mend the tear

We pray to the spark in each of us

To the thread that connects each spark

We are praying to tear down the curtains and light up the dark

To bring the babes, marching and dancing,

Scrying crying,

Snaking and prancing

Out of the dark ages and into the newborn light.

 

We are here to light a path

We are here to hold the door

We are here to stop waiting

 

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.

 

 

 

 

To My Future Daughter

When I first heard your heartbeat, it was drumming out across the earth

It started deep, down in red clay

And worked its way on up to birth

When I first new you were coming,

Old trees bowed their heads to me

They had held you in their roots, you see,

And couldn’t wait for us to meet!

When I first knew you were coming, the wind wept joyfully

She was an old, old friend of yours

And she had danced among the trees

For many centuries

Calling your body up from the dust and your soul down from the stars.

My Emily

Theres a tree outside my window

And her name is Emily

Shes got curling pubes of mossy green and arms of ebony

Shes got yonis and stories and bark bitten memories

 

She’s got rooms in your heart even you haven’t seen.

 

Through the window pane she harkens me with fierce and barken beams

Can’t say how I know we share a name

But her lips!

They breath to me.

 

Whispering crinkly through the forest grounds, loose leaves leave and fall free.

Oh! My heart, my brain, my moon

My stars!

My Emily.