In The Beginning

In the beginning, there was a fury of noise

Black cloaked maidens spat ribbons of gray stars,

Arcing into brilliant rivers,

And shaking off their casings,

They fell across the empty blackness;


into a white, etheric dance.


In the beginning,

Ancient spirits peaked through invisible doors and

Plucked through thickets of stars


They pulled their black hems across the threshold-


They came: solemn, dark, demonic, godlike, gross, and gay-

The sorceress of night, the grandmother of Fae

They came one after another

With long and timeworn faces

To watch the unfurling of the Great Spiral.


In the beginning, you were there-

And I.

We sat dewy-lipped with silent smiles

In the center of a great seed,

Watching as All-Everything snaked across the sky:


Illuminating our new veins, lightning of each color

Stained our umbilicus with pregnant possibility.


The greatest drum pounded proud songs out into new ears

And the first tears were formed and fell across the face of the night,

Watering the seeds that would sprout into All-Life


We held our hearts and whispered songs

Into new and unborn palms

Breathing in and out anew

In the sacred tongue that filled our lungs and slipped from lips before the dawn of time.


It was there waiting for us,

And written in the sky:


The secret language of everything.


It is there still

It lingers silent in the center of the great eye

For us to slip across it,

To slide with impossible beauty,

To cry the first words….


To breathe fresh stars

Into the spiral anew.

The Ritual

Fashion an altar of the souls of your feet:
Sticks and stones and ocean bones//
Save the thickest tears for the center.

Let your roots roll out from underneath you
Until you find the perfect place (you will know it)

It is untouched by the wind.

This is the place where you are tethered.

Lay your stories down here
Lay down all your wind and rain.

Pluck a twig from the right tree and lay it across just so.
Bleach your bones in the sun

One deep scream
Three drops of rich umber blood

It is finished.

Welcome Back To The Land Of The Living

Welcome back to the land of the living

Look at how your hand begins to pulse pinkly now; do you remember?

There were veins and they carried moments into your heart. You had eyes and they used to open- see?

You climbed over the fence from the endless fields of once-grass:
Dry and wind-splintered now.
And the sky without stars held you down like a clean glass window.

You are a beetle, needle-pierced and pressed in velvet

You straddled the worlds and moon and sun both disavowed you.

Do you remember their stony faces as you floated through the gate?
We will take you back, because you left a small tea candle burning
On the sill of your brow.
You bent your will on the wind like a sail and when the storm came, you surrendered

We will take you back now into the hearth of life.

It is beating, do you remember?

You left us once, but only like a cow that gives its hide to a drum, and something small and musical still whispered up from the empty space once graced by the letters of your name.

silently, you pressed small seeds into the ground, and the burial mounds all stared up at you in wonder,

as little gray-blue petals pushed out of the pores of the earth; her ashen face now flowering sullenly.

We looked at you then and saw two wheels spinning in opposite directions.

We beckoned you back and you dully slid over the land toward the band that bundles earth to ever-after.

your leg became entagled on the metal brambles of barb, as you blindly made the passage over cold-dead-ancient stones.

You scraped your knees on scorched shadows and the skeletons of stories.

You slid away then,
And the people said it was over:

What was you
had gone home
Like salt from stones,
And the sun licked the blood from your bones,
And your lips slipped away with your moans
Sunken ships////
In blue shadows.
Your Split pelvis sank in the shallows. Life loosely lay across it, undecided.
Your teeth broke like ice on the empty nest of your breath.


Your eyes opened like pales of oceanic milk:: blinking at a vast new field of stars.
They spoke out, and in an ancient dance, they said to the lost council of everyone:

You are going to hurt
When you’re walking this earth
Crawling lost through this dirt

you will crawl bent-armed and backwards, scratching Lillith’s rhythms into the skull of the new world
You will carry the black moon in the hull of your pelvis and your womb will breathe your tears and all your stories out onto the earth.

Even your blackest seeds will carry life within their bellies.


We will take you back.


Tarot And Tea

I am making soft and purple waves in this world; I am drinking in tarot and tea,
I am slicing my stories on silver slivers of Moon.
I am seducing myself
Back into Self Love,
Basking in a new womb.
Sliding into One Rhythm with my slow hips-
My twisted spine, my stained fingertips,
And all the stories spilling through my skin in black ink.


There is peace in the space between and breath in the stones
There is sun in your lungs and song in your bones.

Fly Away, An Ode To Shadows

The moon’s white eyes see everything

She smiles silverly down on miles of darkened green.

(Sometimes I think the night is even darker than what we can see)

sometimes (I think) the light gets lost for years before it sees the sea

Sometimes I find lost patches of the gray and black, like glass in me.

I stare up to the dome of sky, I offer up a salty cry, I lick lost lips, kiss fingertips.

And find my broken home within.

I curse the night and nurse my hips

I clutch the wheel and glance at cold eternity

She stares her silver eyes right back at me-

The mirrored ceiling of the sky is laughing and bending,

It watches firey tears and lovers lie, as all-everything unravels, to coil back to One.


I travel up a lonely mountain, I fill my cup up with the sun

I shout up to the emptiness

And lay down my lost tongue

I find the first foot on the ladder

And I start to climb the rungs


The veil is lifted


sand is sifted


The sea is gifted to the ground now.


I am lost and I am found now.


I belong to the sea glass,

Scraping itself smooth

On the ocean floor.

I belong to the sand dunes and

To the fire at the core


I belong to twisted grace and this place could never hold my space for long.

In haste,

I untie all my prayers and untether my blessings

I pray my soul up to the air and spread out in all directions

I float all up, up and away, and they never find a body

I peak through rain clouds in the day

And cherry pick through star clusters in the darkey-dark.

My teeth are stars strung across the ceiling

I sew the lights, the blackness healing.

The sky’s a lavish tapestry sewn up with all the threads of me.


((There’s a side of empty that you never see))

And there’s a pitch black-black within the sun (the darkey-dark of everyone).



It sinks: everything.


The sun and the moon go their different ways now,

And suddenly, there’s no one here.

But the women’s wombs are here to stay now


And the earth is pregnant with seeds.


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.