Know your audience.

How do you evoke time? Where are your memories? In the dance of life where are your muscles sore? Where is the source of your expression? All these questions and like a quest or game you’ll have answers. I went to my first NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) meeting a couple of years ago at a local chapter. I felt much relief there. Know your audience. We were all there to feel we weren’t alone. I was one of the last to share in the group that evening. After I spoke, many shared that if it were them, they’d be very angry. I was at the time releasing what I was considering, “righteous” anger. Anger is anger. The energetic root of anger continues to pull over time, keeping track of it if you will. Something’s I’ve learned from anger is traveling back and forth through time goes against why you’re here and your body tells no lies. Healing on any level elicits restoration at all levels; mind, body, and spirit. Fields upon fields, every kind of energy exists.
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“Circles upon circles” Megan sang. When you decide to sign-up for an open mic night in San Rafael, CA on your birthday because it feels good, know your audience. Something I am fine-tuning is just that. I am quickly understanding who my audience is and is not. Three young people stare up at me with all the attention in their worlds. I acknowledge their beaming existence as I take my place on stage. I mostly didn’t know what I was going to say and quickly made an executive decision to not go full HBO. Know your audience. I love show and tell. Love and the divine feminine are good themes throughout all of life, especially at night and birthdays. I shared truths, smiles, laughs, gratitude, and most of all, love. When anger and fear is no longer rewarding and rewired with joy through self-love and gratitude the light within and around fills and feels higher, brighter. You are the audience and your heart is the star, know your audience.


Heart break. So much heartache, suffering, grief, guilt, shame, anger. Getting to the root, roots of dis-ease. What would Elaine Brown advise to do. “Put it in a poem” “Put a poem on it.” Or my favorite, “be your damn self.” She has guided me through my own abstractions many times. I am forever grateful, for it is even more precious when I know how rare those kinds of intimate connections are why we have all survived this long. Collaboration, community, connection and many more c words that make the world go round. Our earth-centric YOLO living lives have brought us back to the brink. We’ve been here before, but you are here now. Where is your source of expression? Have you experienced it, can you feel it? How may you manifest it? It takes love and connection. Borrowed for a time until come into one’s own perhaps? But let’s be here now. Write your own stories. Paint the skies. We are here now. So let’s shred tears of glory on amps turned to up to 11. Turn gun metal into art made by compassion, skill, and bravery. Make more commemorations of visages from history like the Berlin Wall, The National Memorial for Peace and Justice, acknowledging first nation peoples and honoring their expression, more of that yes, more of that. Peacefully protest and dance at your local dive bar. Instantly take pictures of temporary forevers and see if they’ll hang them in your local coffee shop. Captured are only the imaginations of limitation. Fashion your passion. What is your whole body dying for you to say? There must be balance in all this stimulating entropic state we find ourselves in. Right? So like Elaine Brown/Poet E Spoken says, like me, love, me or leave me alone. Happy Aquarian Age everybody! Get doing. Express what you must. And go support local artists, go to your local playhouse and library if you are lucky enough to live in an American city that has one. Stay tuned to an upcoming 2018 calendar of readings and shows. And defiantly check out Café Leila’s My Open Mic the second Friday of each month at 1724 San Pablo Ave Berkeley, California.

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Recognizing Venus

Like shooting fish in a barrel
Back at the same hole
Flying fish too can swim
With one eye to the sky
I’ve yet to try that new smile
The one suited just for you
Queue synapses give or take a clue or two
Much like space
Rendering time
Out on a limb relentlessly re-positioning
I hang like bait
Hopelessly pondering my own fate
I fear a fall my back may break
Recognizing Venus took the hook
Scaled fortune dine
No longer in peril
I seem to unravel
Vulnerable yet sublime

Night’s Sky.

What happens when you look into the night’s sky & see the same frequencies of time?

Can you take it & make it still?

Rambunctious & clumsily

To cause a scene

Take nothing lightly

You see taste soundly

The vibrations know not

For what binds thee

Take nothing lightly

You hear it makes universally

The repercussions not know

A thing happens that binds we

What happens when you look into the night’s sky & sea spirals dancing?

Can you take it and make it mine?

Harmonious & intentionally

To cause meaning

Take nothing lightly

What happens when you look into the night’s sky?

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Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. Public Domain.

Releasing cosmos

Light apart

Nothing promised, not even one day

Ignorance knows no bliss

Thoughtful reality

Adhering to the pearl

I succumb

Eternal lust

Shoring the banks

Begging for more

Holding within

Facets remain

Cosmic dust

Starred by change

Releasing cosmos

Apart the dark

Nothing promised, not even one day

Release what you must

Soot to ash

Allowing layers shine past

Now knows no time

Releasing cosmos

This is my promise


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What a Load.

The more I observe my conclusions and ask, “Do I really know this to be true?”, the more free I feel to be me. It’s that simple. The answer is hardly ever affirmative, yet very liberating. I feel that needing to know has much to do with control, and when let go, poof, like magic I feel relieved.

My path led me here and for that I am grateful for all experience. Heart break is one force that brought me to you right now. Recently I realized anger still lingered in me, as it had for some time. Shame, betrayal, abandonment; these are all subtle forms of anger. Feeling unworthy of love, worried to feel vulnerable, afraid to let go of the past; these are examples of inward anger. By being aware of my patterns I’ve been able to connect with the love that was always inside. Yes, to be loved by another can be and feel remarkable, but not another can do the loving for you.

There are many shapes of heart ache, just as there are as many of love. Our world, this globe of Earth we call home with its many life forms clinging to it are all undergoing one form or another. Our hearts are big enough to love and break time and time again, it is ultimately what you carry through, be it light or heavy. But, do I really know this to be true? Nope, can’t say that I do.


A Paddle-steamer in the Storm by JMW Turner circa 1841 Public Domain


Where do you go when I close my eyes? Take a breath between the sounds of far off cries. Shall I fall apart from head to heart? Kundalini’s poignant slither pulling roots from top hats. Who’s side of the Mississippi River? Salutations my dear, have you seen love hanging around here? Last seen between anger and sorrow. Gems of blues leaving for tomorrow. Don’t take that sparkle too far. Let me be your loadstar. Like a gleam, present holds all you can dream. I’ll make room from port to bow, oh what I allowed allowed allowed. Aloud with voices, turned on choices all the while inflammatory thinking ships into a crawl sinking bliss worse of all. Take me dreamboat, nave of here & now, sailing liquid time. Surrendering waves, oh what a paradigm.

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Winds of Fate

Cures can only symptomatically alleviate

Instead I desire full frontal healing state

Aligned with one

Powered by this & every sun

Fully lit

Bit by bit

One hundred million

Illuminate each slip

Get a grip

Subatomic in training

Entanglements gaining

Positive keys

Negative seize

Both sinister & light

Balancing membranes by belief just might

Relief in suffering

To cope is like stuttering

Stopping to start

We are but solar farts

Wholes to make

Winds of fate



Why Poetry?

Why not? Sitting here pondering that question, I can’t think of a single reason not to be poetic. Of course both literally and metaphorically. Sure, literal poetry may not “be your thing” or maybe claim, “I just don’t get it.”

I began with picture stories, jokes, and greeting cards as soon as I learned to write. I enjoyed sharing them most of all. I understood a person’s creative gesture could create connection, but also learned at times feel more like alienation, this is especially true if that creative energy’s motive becomes co-dependent on other’s feelings and reactions as opposed to one’s own inner connection. But enough about my inner child’s first existential crisis.

Writing does something for me that nothing else does, it reminds me of who I am.

Does it occasionally bother me that I get loads of “likes” on facebook if I post a picture of my two cats and not a single click when I post a new poem, of course! But then I am given an opportunity to re-evaluate why I write and publish. I do it for me, but along the way if my strings of choreographed words inspire something for somebody else, well then, that’s why poetry.


I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Luck must be, passed these lips

Hand over fist

Upon shoulders, compact disks

Reality objectified

Shameless fits of leather & lace

Formatting time to suit

Tailor made bargains

What’s apparent, stokes equation hides

Well fed apologies

Digging holes to jump through

All it took was one rabbit to undue

Lasso or noose

Detaching greens & blues

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Forming the sky

Hooking loops

Red handed let loose

Earmarked profits howl too

Space emergence now

Recommending, who are you?

Known to suffer

Perhaps stage a coup

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Your world and mine

Remembering all depends on the view

Emptying alters and formulating clue