dusk attaches itself to the ground,
tree bone shadows stretch, making
snow angels in whispered blue.

life is bountiful, boundless but
my voice?  your voice?
we are not made to last beyond
this one chance we have to embrace.

and once our souls lose the sound
of our voices, i do not believe
we are remembered, maybe just
felt as some haunting echo,
some ache in the bones of the future.

so come with me, and i will make
blueberry, gingerbread pancakes.
you will pour the orange juice
into the morrocan glasses.

we will dim the lights and light
the candles, talk about the day
and our dreams which lie beneath
it, and we will breathe in life
and be unafraid to live it.

with the deftness of a kitchen witch
i conjure up naughty things,
these cinnamon and sugar kisses.

he teaches me how to tend his garden,
it is all snakeroot and dragon water.
i supply the sunshine smile and
weed ready fingers.

starshine and ruby slippers.

laughing our way down an emerald path.

i shuffle in barefeet whispers.

i will gladly set up the red and white
tent for you, and invite all the
Edema Ruh ~ there is little, to
nothing i wouldn't do to make
your eyes shine, to make you lose
your quiet word inhibition.

come and try the chocolate
covered cherry wine, it will
make the whispered words
fall like moon shine, it will
illuminate the shadowed forest.

wrap your arms around my waist,
and pull me into you ~
your heart is my calliope,
tend to me and I will become
your once and future saturnalia.

the snow will sizzle when it
hits the roof, and the garden will
grow with abandon, bidden and
bound with Royal promises.

a year ago, I did't know the shape of his name
but today, I know his name and the words
that live beneath it.

in ocean drenched dreaming, he and I
stand across from each other ~

then he is above me,
swishing secrets,

then I am above him,
ruffling feathers,

when we land, we are facing each other

once again.

in the knowingness of the dreaming ~
we reach, each into the heart of the other,
holding in our hands the ruby scrolls.

a hope as warm and full of promise,
as a robin's egg.

I set his inside of me,
He folds mine, into his own.

We reach for each other,
then melt into embrace,
billowing emerald sky breaking open.

I will never be the same.

with strong, warm arms ~ he shelters me.

when I walk through spider webs,
his gentle fingers pull out the sticky
from my yellow hair tangle.

he tempts me
with his naughty grin and lets me fly.
he is a thousand kinds of beautiful,
but stunningly unaware.

he showed up at my house,
before our first kiss,
and in his hand he held
a garden vow ~

we were sealed,
my heart in his,
his heart in mine,
before our lips
ever touched.

maybe it was the piano key desk
heart to heart and the snow will fall
we are stars twining towards shine

hold me in your warm, winter arms
you are the sunny sand beach
you are true, your bones grow straight

i am whispering in a new year
all other colors get behind me
i will wear white and black

we make love in the grey

we will break open the rainbow
when we feel the need

let's peddle starfish poems
i have a little pebble in my pocket
it sings a tiny, shiny song

i will hum the tune ~

it goes like this ~

hold me, the snow is coming.

2013 is quickly closing itself, such a doorway, this year.  2013 made clear and apparent that every moment is an opportunity to re-create our reality and to make dreams come true.  I have drawn endless inspiration from those around me, as they face their shadows and fears and move through the darkness into the light.  I love being around people who know how to make a day ~ it creates such a graceful life and I am grateful for it.

This year, I have watched my little girl turn towards womanhood ~ she forever amazes me and humbles me.  I am the most fortunate mother, motherhood has been my most amazing journey.  May I move forward in humility and joy ~ every moment in this life with her is a precious gift.

This year, I turned 40 and just now I have started the journey of honoring myself.   I have turned to face the parts of myself that try so hard to please everyone else, and that force my own true self to drown and disappear.  Maybe I have finally learned that I can't save anyone else, and that I would be doing quite well to save myself!  I have made it a priority to create a safe home ~ a place where I can curl into the quiet corners of the day, a place I embrace and run to when the world becomes a scary place.  It is the best gift I have ever given myself.

And 2013 brought me the gift of soft, sweet love.  Trey, you are a dream come true.  Together we have built a peaceful, joyful space ~ it is an honor to be your partner!

The world keeps turning, the winter holidays shine brightly as we move ever closer to them.  From my heart to yours I send a warm wish ~ may you snuggle into this moment, this very one, and make it yours ~

Much love, sweet friends ~



Sarangi by Hooverphonic



Comatose by Timmy Curran

2013 witnessed a vast decline in the monarch population ~ time to wake up people.  2014 is going to involve more community action on my part to create a sustainable Earth where my lineage can experience the lessons of the butterfly.


Go to the website.

Drip by Charlotte Martin




Marys of the Sea by Tori Amos

For Marylyn ~ in thanks for the garden she left inside of me.




Job's Coffin by Tori Amos and Natasha Hawley

For Ella, and the inspiration she gives me to always get better and to heal the wounds ~







Somebody Loved by The Weepies

For Trey, who has given me every gift that love can give ~





Strange Little Girl by The Stranglers

Strange Little Girl covered by Tori Amos

For my friends at Rag and Bone ~ I love all of us and our strange little fascination with the dusty things others throw away ~ United we create something quite strange and beautiful!




Seven Shades of Blue by Beth Nielsen Chapman




5 Years Time by Noah and The Whale





Breath of Life by Florence and the Machine





Fishing in the Morning by Dar Williams

Goodbye, Grandpa ~ I will never forget going fishing with you in the morning.  Thank you for teaching me how gentle and kind a man can be.  You are my hero, and always will be.





Never Let Me Go by Florence and the Machine




Make a Noise by Katie Herzog

For my psychs ~ we have been through almost 2 decades together and every year that brings us all together in time and space is a good year!



Comfort by Deb Talan

so sweet, the cinnamon sweep.
I have been to visit l'apothecaire.
J'ai eu la vision.

Je sais que l'empoisonneur.

the long ago girl sits in the alabaster tower,
one small wooden table,
one simple chair.
Sitting in a swirling, silent world;
eyes fixated high above her head,
watching the robin nest window.

so cold, the medica breeze,
I have been to visit l'apothecaire.
I have had a vision.

I have seen the garroter.

the one who loved me most, lingers in
the soft darkness of night.  black hair blowing,
she is surrounded by white moon flowers.  
she is soft glow in the middle of the freeze,
she goes down the path before me.
she disappears before I learn how to see.

the butterfly road is mine to take,
it is a bitter medicine, it is the milkweed drink.

I have seen the town below the mountain.
it is a chaos of blood and bone,
I am no sister of Ado, I will not look back.

the water has been devoured by flame.
justice is doled out in due time, but
I am not the one who holds the scales.
that is not how I am made.

I was made to drink the medicine.
I was made to change the tide.
I am born of the monarch and
kissed by the lightening strike.

I am the weaver of dream,
sewing airy aspirations into the
fabric of reality, I breathe
on hope, soft ~ soft.

then tie it quietly into carbon time.