Is a hard raft
In an ocean of no-name
Pain
Reminds me I’m alive
And that I still have
So much to learn
Is a hard raft
In an ocean of no-name
Pain
Reminds me I’m alive
And that I still have
So much to learn
(Re)Birth
Birth is when
The lights
Down every corridor
Of conscious possibility close
And I cannot breathe Continue reading “(Re)Birth, Divine Family, Dear Pattie”
In this desolate space
At the frontier of my ascetic monk
And sneaky, hungry Gollum
The king of Eden flees
In terror of the wraiths of the land
Dark Mother of mine
You crush me
With naked, fibrous vines
In the depth of your teeming womb
The darkness floods
I let it drown me
Nurtured by dreams of Nature’s vast bosom
I rest in the bathtub,
There’s no light
Just a tender belly
And you, Dark Mother
Suffocating me with life
Dark Mother, what I see churns within
The frightening, thunderous force of yin
Turning the world like an elemental hologram
Feasting on light like my pale skin
Dark Mother moans, listens, heals herself
Nourishing the muscular primal fibers
Of my innocent, divine, masculine child
Frozen and malnourished
Over the ages, lost in the wild
Tremblingly clutching the steel cord of destruction
But brimming with Dark Mother’s
Angry, wild poetry.
I see the thread
Of a pained hunched constipated body
Riveted mind, eyes dashing anxiously
Amassing indexes of information
Assuaging the institutional data quota
Surviving through a psychic slog Continue reading “From Constipation to Nature’s Vibration”
I pushed off the pavement as my longboard coasted away from the Historic Overtown Metro station. “God’s Plan” by Drake bumped in my earbuds. I felt like I was winning, and giving an abundance like king Drizzy Drake.
As I coasted into the heart of Overtown down 3rd Ave, though, I felt a shift in my gut. From the pit of my belly came the feeling: “Oh shit, this is real.” I had a few bananas and plantain chips with me, so Gollum at least knew that he’d be fed. But Frodo writhed outward. Not only did I have to trust in myself and those around me, but I also had to show up with sincerity and heart presence. Continue reading “Into Overtown”
This weekend I went out to the Overtown community garden project, spearheaded by the Miami-based nonprofit permaculture design company Inhabit Earth. At the site, there are loads of compostable bags filled with soil for annual plantings along with extensive mulch rows for future food forest style plantings. A kind, wise woman named Lily takes care of the shaded nursery area of the property where all the future garden residents are currently being incubated. There are over 90 lemongrass pots, 200+ malanga, and an assortment of other herbs and tubers that will populate the long mulched rows set up by volunteers weekend after weekend here. I’m sure the ecology of the garden will be abundant and beautiful. The biggest need that the garden has, besides water, is the people to meet our fellow plants and soil. Continue reading “Gollum Shows Frodo the Way into Overtown”
I want to get you to love
Or at least pity me
And feed me your gourmet food Continue reading “Gollum Writes a Poem”
Hearts slough their way
Through the hypnotized haze
Embalming us in a feverish daze,
Alone, gazing at the psychosis.