Ok I tried this a few years ago and it never took off. So like most things it takes more than one hit over the head before we – ahem, I – pay attention. So here we go again. My intention is that this is a creative space where I can be in the practice of expression – myself, my poetry, my thoughts, my many identities, possibilities – and to test and put things out in the world. So let’s see what wants to emerge through this!
I am going to open with a poem I wrote about just this…
Words Wanting Expression
Words wanting expression
Tipping over tea cups to get attention
Hiding and poking noses through
Couch cushions
Spilled midnight ink across white paper
Silk slippery, snagging time
The child refuses to grow
I take time off and let it slip to the floor like lingerie
Hours lay strewn about the bedroom
Fear like weeds sprout under the sheets
And tie me down fighting for the sun
They own the footsteps, the hairbrushes and the toys
Told they would be better put away
Healing notes hold the space for
Clearing
Extensions stretch loud into the fire
Across the room
All codes broken and barren
Red, yellow blue wanting to know what they will become
Held constant
Stitched and mended
Exploded mines burn
And she dances secretly in the kitchen.
A scent of the future 