Temple Oracle

They are whispering again They are whispering props and objects sacred and profane whispering my name They are whispering again the things I have collected have been entrusted with to care for and love They are whispering   I am moving my worldly goods.  Bags are being packed, boxes stacked high.  My things, and the […]

Let the Dead Part Ways   I taste you wet on my skin I taste you shadowy river lapping at my mind You pass through me Over me Under me I taste you wet on my skin   You pass through me as you pass through Turkey Become Firat You pass through me as you […]

Opening Moves (learning each other’s dances)   Temple within temple I welcome you Temple within temple we cast the protections We turn We turn We spin Writhing tentacles, writhing beasts Opening under the hallowed words Welcomed under the temple’s eye   How does one reflect back Two days three nights work In words where you […]

Unfinished Poem   You are silver lines Baited breath drawn back and forth across time You are an unfinished poem Left with words still writ upon the stars   There are some forms of love that feel like a form of madness.  Contagious I breathe and feel him not there, afraid to breathe out lest […]

23 February 2010 Repeating Circles I find I am repeating circles again. Before time was like a spiral, stepping in and out of the timeline like a song, looking back fondly. But no, I’ve been here before, and it was not from stepping sideways. Ripples, bubbles in the timeline. Kisses on the stars and goat […]

10 January 2010 I remember Today I miss the easy comfort of silences spent. I recount the names of memories passed and hold them up to the light as desert winters hold me. I remember stairwells as David become golden eyes, storm light reflected and memories of fallen trees. Whiskers and whispers brush past in […]

19 December 2009 Suited for insanity I weigh it all out. I send out post it notes to the universe, and get back slices of cheese. Cheese I’m not supposed to eat and yet do anyway, thank you new nutritionist. If I look at it all through the lens of a meltdown what does that […]

15 November 2009 Living In the Mythic It was slang my former husband and I had… that we had a habit of living in the mythic. Others saw a tree stump- we saw a witches hair growing into tomorrow. Today I sat in the iron vault, weighed in on all sides by progress. They locked […]

On thanksgiving I stayed under the covers Blue shroud I walked into the mansion and I was unexpected Blue shroud I stood before them and was remembered with a smile as Thanksgiving came beneath the covers The night before Hunter had asked when was the last time I had pulled hooks from my flesh and […]

22 July 2008 Poetry For Hera – Spread Wide Spread Wide I close my eyes to the beat Beneath me his wings are spread Spread beneath me Spread wide And we are off Wind Breeze My hair blowing As his wings are spread beneath me Her arms are wide Heavy with burdens A wry smile […]