The Wabi-Sabi Writer

This has been a voyage into the poetic space beyond what I planned.  I am grateful to have ventured out into the inner realms that I may not have otherwise have explored and to have had fellow travelers to share the experience with. The journey continues..... I hope you join me along the way Embrace imperfection... OctPoWriMo 2019...

So much of our time we cannot see the forest through the  trees yet as we go deeper into the woods our worlds widen our arms reach like branches stretching across the sky wide open to hold us close OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 31 *Special thanks to everyone who shared this poetic journey with me  and especially to Morgan Dragonwillow who tirelessly holds creative space for all of u...

So fatigued with  feeling at times wanting this  to make haste and leave my being the morning grey as men walk up the hill with dry cleaning a stroller and their own private thoughts their grey and green blends in the background there is too much distance  between our worlds for me to see clearly I am caught in between the rails of desire and  needfuls the ankle clawing obligations I resent yet in the shadowed  corners appreciate the...

Like Night  and Day "I see you sitting in the lotus position levitating around the parlor chanting I must have no negativity around me" Clove Cigarettes and hair as black as  pitch silver rings on every finger ink marking each quivering secret an erogenous  treasure map "space shot.  cornball.  flakey puff" Opposites Nyx and Eos our blood binds us our blood defined us you - type O negative me - B positive I...

I have long loved skin  silken smooth soft  like a rabbit pelt summer bronzed or palest porcelain freckled as kissed by angels and now blooming brown in places where  time has  left a mark There are places milestones along my personal skinscape I remember that thin white line where the pairing knife struck a gentle  enough warning to keep my hands to myself the white triangle where the bike dragged me across  pavement a...

the single point in time to when it all began eludes me like my autumn afternoon shadow I simply cannot put my finger on it yet it remains absolute crawling along concrete walkways and meandering along mossy scree paths I am stretched long like my shadow thin like mountain top air you were my childhood shadow I tried to protect you to keep you close but can you put a shadow in a paper bag? I tried to escape you to keep my distance but...

Words whirled with intentions deep-seated against   shiny squeaky plastic covered Instagram stories pin-tucked pleather facebook posts as if it could  protect this precious pasquinade our arrogant backsides sweat and stick to this cover life we concocted the clover concealed beneath  xanthous paper skin OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 26...

Thinking how quickly the night stain fades as the sun bleaches the dreams away thinking how familiar obligations are a constant companion I am saddled with and no matter the method or the madness I cannot ditch the day Daydreaming of times more desirable of being more desirable daydreaming of tingling urges emanating from deep within between the  breaths between the  legs and all the glamorous gooey goodness...

The morning creeps in on tiptoes then careening headfirst into a cattywampus  bookshelf bulging  with teetering aspirations and stacked obligations leaving  only the cacophonous heap that I must walkover every day OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 24 *Tsundoku - Japanese - Acquiring reading material and letting it pile up without reading it. ...

Soft, the knowing you chose me Over all others, as you settled in my heart Perhaps it is because you always knew Happiness in our lives together I am heartbroken now without you yet Eternally grateful you chose me as your own OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 23 My beloved Sophie 2/2001 - 12/22/20...

Remnants of dreams hang tattered on the edge of my mind I tried to darn  them into a cozy  recollection but the gossamer threads melt like cotton candy in the rain Birdsong on the counter speaker outside the windows in my head The laughter of a single parrot in the distance I wonder where the other went they used to sing in pairs The pigeons grow tame on the escape the squirrel aggressive the...

It takes an act of courage to show up to speak your truth  a bookstore backroom holds space for wild notions to grow like weeds and wildfire wasteful consuming thoughts ignite the insecure duff we carried in  our propitious souls desire Stories we tell others ourselves a conundrum coupling the sphynx is the only one who both take home OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 21 *Original Artwork - Jenny Astramowicz...

Like you,  sister,  I must keep going.  Beyond what was planned or expected.  So I drive past power plants at Moss Landing, through the silty Sand City drifts that cross the road and underneath the sentinel of redwoods that flanked the One free way.   I keep all windows open so the wind would whip and snarl my hair unto curling waves.  Waves like the ocean urging up beside me, calling me home. memories...

Purple Regal plush velvet and superfluous prose these hold no value in my view more clear is the shade that sent us  scurrying to the sleeper sofa on Circle Street to avoid our malodorous fuming mother You bolted  straight up a lightning REM rod proclaiming "don't get paint on the blanket" before your collapse back into cudbear fleece  dreams the nightshade blossoms over your skin in...

 something lurking here I hear a guttural soul  cry like an abandoned newborn cloaked in vernix and opioid regret something both obvious and insidious Darkness laughs in rancid bile hiccups tiny hands shove and smack me around this place cold worthlessness echos  I wore this moth-eaten cloak many winters over torn  soiled panties this  cloak covers me in sick worse when dismissed like a...

So close... you can smell it... hot buttered  movie popcorn and slick summer sweat so intimate so sticky oh so salty trembling oily hands stain your pants the page as  you at  long  last  lay them down to rest OctPoWriMo 2019  Day ...

I am antsy eager to move to frit and flit about my intention cluttered vestibule I note needfuls on the ears of elephants for safe keeping Dark hours twist binding me to where I am at my limbs constrained restrained to the dread of knickerbockers and bloomers discarded in the pandemonium of a shattered softness I am warned of changes of disappointments by those born from recent folds those makers making proclamations atop hear-say soapboxes street...

I will steal time for the Muze and let her ravage  me in the stairwell the slap and groan and  sigh of  us echoing off  all my concrete wonder walls OctPoWriMo 2019  Day ...

The Sunday Pages these were the newsprint my grandparents would read slow afternoons in the sunroom The first frost sealed the sunroom up for the long  slow winter while chickadees and bluejays sucked suet strung for the season We nestled in  the warmth of the parlor laying on thick moss pile piles  of funny pages and unabridged Sears Catalogs to play pick from Sundays were for quiet mornings small breakfasts SRS and...