The moment is… a kiss and not a word, a what and not a why, is you without your story, unscripted. The moment is the drop of water you can taste on your tongue as you dive into the sea- you in the ocean, the ocean in you; is the chorus of a flash rainstorm […]
I climbed the mountain not to reach the top, but to cross over, marking each morning with a new little bracelet on my wrist, with colors of ascending frequency to note the mounting chakras, simulating an elevated state in the thinning air. I love me, I want to be me…. but not this way. This […]
Fall back with me one hour, for free- season changing, daylight waning- stay in bed and see. If you want more there’s hours galore- night extended, time suspended- this is what they’re for.
On Video Here you are right at my feet you’re unassuming, solid, sweet. You fit so tight and so complete that I forget the void beneath. From where I stand I can’t quite seem to get a glimpse of underneath the better then, to paint you with- an easel to support my myth. You lay there […]
Detroit rendition of Janis Joplin’s classic satire “Mercedes Benz” . .. … …. ….. Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Model T Ford? The bus just ain’t coming and my feet are sore worked hard at the factory til it motored no more, oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Model T Ford? […]
Under my bed is a box filled with notes. Precious letters, far-flung postcards and silly valentines accumulated over the years from family, friends, exes, and former strangers. Before even reading their words, I feel the pinch of yearning- from the sight of someone’s handwriting, the postmark of a former home a name that doesn’t get said any more. They are time-stamps […]
One day into new love’s joys I start to overanalyze So far, it’s come too easily My hope is guarded carefully I wish I could see in advance so I don’t have to take a chance. Without wasting all that time perhaps we’d spare your heart, or mine. If I give myself to you- Will it last? […]
Every time I ride, I fly. Arms extended, hail the sky I lift my heart and pedal through. I am a sail, but anchor too. I make my peace here on the road, Too free to fear, to far to fold.
I know what it is to be reasonable. to consider the odds, weigh the facts. And the idea that somewhere on this earth, there is one person just for me, is beyond anything I have ever believed. But one day I dream I’ll find someone who fills me so much, fits me so right, that […]
In the third lane of the YMCA pool at 8:47 last night, I was treading water, pleasantly buoyant and alone. And though I’ll never know for sure, it occurred to me in that moment: I am the only one swimming in Detroit.