September 25, 2022
Spring write

Blue sky … full of spring air …

echoing restlessness stirs my biology, waking

sniffs the air, remembering …

this …

A wanting, an old longing,

ancient appetite of my soul, calling


back to

something unsayable, before

words or names.

I know it can eat me whole, it has


before I was awake.

But I know it now;

Yes, I know you… hiding there inside my longing,

squirming with pulse of blood and tone,

hung in ripe melody,

the juice of my imperative

I call creativity.

Come dance,

dance my bones into this

morning that smells of blossom and

perfume of possibility and

humming bees.

September 25, 2022
May 3, 2022
Lately I’ve grown curious about Psyche’s fourth and final task to appease her mother-in-law, Aphrodite, famous for