please join me in october and beyond as i explore a new place and process in daily writing

RAININGHORSE

yahoo's format was too busy, and the site feeds weren't updating correctly. please visit and send me comments, and please do enjoy reading  my archives here as well.

your humbleservant

your breath in icy formation gripping the window

curved harness, steaming language

doing the rickshaw dance, marking your territory into my palm

whose muscle is larger when it comes to this

you just killed me again

outcast varsity triangle dipper

put the wreath out to dry

helicopters whirling bloody visions in the sunset

when you lift me from your sky

drop me down into the coals

let me roast a little while

then you eat me with your tea and toast

harris publishing the memoir, she was charismatic

drained her tubes behind the albertson's

left a bald spot on the sun

i remember why i came here, so relax

there's no ordinary craving, only facts

line me up along your wall

make the blindfold heal your stranger

he is begging for a reason

its a holy reconstruction, village whore

as an example, my site feeds have not updated for the past week. this is upsetting because the election is coming up soon, and the daily kos feed is stuck on september 26th. do i believe yahoo is controlled by right-wing-nuts? no, but the timing on this glitch is a little frosting on the cake of 'its time to change'. i'm striving for simplicity in design that the format of 360 just does not offer.

a while ago i also made reference to a deepening of the direction of my creative writing that i may want to keep out of the public eye, leading to a no-blog or lesser-blog situation. however, there is enough feedback coming my way (i have about 113 readers and have had more than 2100 visits) that i do plan to keep posting pretty much every day.

the main thing i hear is gratitude for my gratitude, so i think the message that i get up in the morning every day with the intention of showing through the steps i walk, the conversations i have, my approach to work, to food, to everything, that i am grateful to be alive, that my life has value and direction, is getting through and may lift a few hearts and minds on the tide.

some people like the way i construct language in my more free-form or creative writing. in both cases, its appreciated, the feedback, and the process of writing a public statement of gratitude or a creative description of the miracles in life that i experience is good for me, and fun.

steps to follow down into my belly

steps carved into a mountainside

steps releasing guilt and shame

steps resisted, feared and eventually embraced

steps lost to the rain

steps retraced for clarity, community, understanding

steps as wings, rest on my back as we fly

steps held in reverence through fervent prayer

steps at all 3 doors into the greenhouse

steps so quiet they did not wake you up

steps one two three building some new bridge

steps washed, painted with dew

steps across the dry desert lake

steps taken by my fingertips dancing with your fingertips

steps eaten by termites

steps around a labyrinth, in, out, passing shoulder to shoulder

steps large, steps small

intent: stand and honor gifts of my creativity, look out into the world with a heart willing to accept all of the abundance that is there, stay in the moment, focus on each step through its completion, remain in gratitude, voice feelings, allow for courage and fun, honor personal history, experience grief with compassion for self and others, plan ahead without attachment, know who i am, know i am changing...

intent: be kind, be loving from my deepest well of love through prayer, through trust of self and other, allowing for all feelings to be gentle guests in the house of our love,  focus on each step through its completion, remain in gratitude, voice feelings, allow for courage and fun, honor personal history, experience grief with compassion for self and others, plan ahead without attachment, know who we are, know we are changing...

he: "twenty-four excursions singing in round, your song, x marks the spot"

he2 to she" "duck or dance"

she to he3: "telepathic bicycles reform into figure 8 subliminal nudity"

she: "my long fingers, gardens, four directions, moon reset aries, oblong tomorrow"

he: "vegetables, eggs, martialing ground on all 4's, interconnected dance, you"

together1&2: "both beds are made and we wear them"

bruised peach: "you i grew fly you me blue sea you us yellow bus"

laughing sky: "donnatello's magdalene", compact windows, open hair" 

he: "my nest, dutiful recognition, deposit and return"

they: "we tone crystal vanishing by dobbing yes paste margins within apple-orchard worm-castings"

alltogethernow: "rework thin layers overnight"

she: "let dry let fly let cry let sigh let my let i let why let die"

he: "how newly this softest touch greets moving mountain, tipped over, pouring lava"

he2 to he: "ever-so jazzy"

its unusual for me to do something in nature that requires this kind of focus on the summit. my normal energetic unfolding on the trail is more of the happy wanderer than the determined mountaineer. i may have a friend with me, but its also likely i will be alone, and if so will relish the solitude, the physicality, the beauty that i can go as far as i want to, and no further. dancing up the mountainside, a 9-mile (round trip, with a 4,500' elevation gain) walking meditation, and how lovely it would be to launch and fly from the top back down to base camp!

apology accepted, imperfection accepted, humanness accepted, ho!

moist tender deep shoots touching new regions of love, kahya kahya!

expand, compress, lean into, drop away from, fall in together, go off alone , sug!

a brief dance with her jacket while the two of them locked in embrace, yah!

we will wash the floor, we will sleep in the little bed, we will, we will, we!

that lantern, my left hand, encircled, later knocked aside, uncharted piano, dooueee!

move up 2 steps, move down 2 steps, a little push of love, toh!

you are my fire, sleeping beside you, morning tea, sala!

pitch on my mound of venus, pitch on the knees of the green pants, all connected, yes!

i remember you now, i remember you, now!

veils of coughing, my heart is in your lungs, thistle fermament, 12 ribs, meela!

who is here, who is not here, who is waiting, who has disappeared, arraya!

bending restitution, preparing documents, voices of my children, oroyo!

dances along the length of your limbs, dances inside your joy, dances!

a brief conversation, start engine, smile-in-voice horse drawing, veee!

critic speak, judge speak, fear speak, no need to hide, itah,  itah!