#10 Insecurity

Did I lock the car?

is there someplace I should be right now?

A corner of circumstance?

A room of requirements?

Was there a checklist I left empty?

A book of checklists, left unchecked?

Is anyone even as together as they seem on Instagram?

My whole damn life

needs

an organizer and a stylist

And it is supposed to be myself

#8 Nonet for Babka

Babka prances, carrying a box

proud to have captured cardboard prey

the evisceration brief

loud ripping and chewing

so satisfying

yet so simple

and bloodless

hunter

quenched

#7 Cinque Terre: Manorola to Vernazza

We ascend the switchback road above the town

moving away from the church square towards the cerulean ceiling of the world

 

Tiny staircases lead to a path and the path into an ancient vineyard

grapevines trained in neat rows on steep terraces

We wind our way across

paths punctuated by timeworn stone steps and

the skittering of lizards

 

How many other feet have walked here?

The Ligurian Sea sings to us of history, myths, trade, pirates, fish

Each coastal village has its song, too, of invasions long before the tourists came

 

As twilight creeps into the trails, we speed up, descending through woods, then allow, then into Vernazza and the scent of oranges

The train removes us from the storybook and then we slowly dismount, exhausted, to fill our bellies with wine and fish and bread born from past and present

#6 Choreo (Fibonacci poem)

Turn

Hop

Contract

Two steps right

Hips and knees circle

Scoop those arms to capture the space

Hold that ball and let it fill out

Invisible prize

Let it go…

Deep breath

Touch

Hold

 

#5 No monochrome chromaticity poem

They say a

monochrome room is simple

and relaxing

full as it is of

 

emptiness

The stillness sends bees into my brain

and my bees

need

someplace fertile to land

some

flowers to spark their work

My no monochrome room needs a garden within it

to fill it

becuzz

in a monochrome room my bees would only

fly around

and buzz
and buzz

#3 Collaborate

Prompt: use last line of a book you have read

Book: The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop by Felicia Rose Chavez

Maybe we can build this thing together

This thing to hold us together

To hold space for our togetherness

As we collaborate to create

As we stretch our minds to innovate

#2 Joy of Unseen Things

Mysteries are miracles

Miracles form molecules

Molecules mold memories

Memories make roots

Roots reinforce trees

Trees cradle cultures

Cultures create crossroads

Crossroads enlarge lineages

Lineages unfold revelations

Revelations spark recognition

Recognition defines reality

Reality makes molecules

Molecules are miracles

#1: Ourobouros

“Wealth is like an addiction.”  Abigail Disney

addiction fuels money

money fuels addiction

hoard spend have hoard want get

press the button, get it

dopamine

press the button again more more

more money more buttons

buy more buttons

spin more wheels

fund more need more

need need

dopamine dopamine

want want

money is desire

nest of serpents eating their own tails

repeat more more

spin circle more spin dopamine

press button

button extinction

button more

 

 

The Railroad

Undisturbed, sedated sounds— there

As I gazed across the vast,  empty space

With my eyes fixed—blank to which they stare

At each and every piece in its proper place

 

The railroad, both—long and wide

An unknown journey, I felt belonged

To this, this place to which it resides

To this, this home— to which it longed

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