Sunday, March 24, 2019

Further Up the Stream of Consciousness

it is not the past as such that produced the present or poses the conditions for the future . . . but the way we think about it. Or even more pertinently, the way in which we deal with it in language.

(Brink, 1998: 33)

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Dancing

out of the dark
dust off the earth
swarming in the sunbeam
murmurating miracle
kissed to life
my happy feet

Friday, March 8, 2019

Hineni:. behold, Me!

Where You Are
Is sacred

Attention
transfigures
the profane

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

NDA's are a tool of oppression

silencing, and erasure.
they are against public policy.

displaceable tenants in a vapidly vanishing world
assimilate
 martyr
 erase
 sweep
 dis-member
walking tightropes through histories not our own
permitted to leave no trace, take up no space

 they've bound you to an altar
 fuel for their falsehoods
 sacrifice and offering you do not desire, 
 but You have given me an open ear 
 burnt offering and sin offering 
 You have not required. 

 where is the book of life?
 attendance is taken. your name is pronounced,
as if for the first time.
 then i said, Here i am;
 in the scroll of the book
it is written of me.

where are you remembered? where is your heart re-corded?
 gather me into your story and tell truly of your handiwork.
 psalm 40 
  many days i would rather
   be a done deed
a dying sacrifice
   than a living offering
work in progress
with sealegs off
 the ark bringing all
your heart soul mind strength
 to look again
 Behold, I Am
making all things Now

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Horeb

whetstone sisyphus thrusts
for gods to sharpen and smooth
mountain sages tongues

holy heyoka

I am
infinite jest, garrulous with silence.
My heart is a wound
from battering through prison walls
called rib cages
guarding red herrings
called hearts.

// Gary McGee

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Die

the top of the earth the gamblers spin
a dreidle is loaded for eastern light

the game from birth burns blood and oil
bellies get bloated their haste to indict

grasping at mirth the chaser crawls
toward ash, and so did the rest of her might