1. I believe in Evolution, the process of upleveling.
2. I love to laugh and see, by first account, how humor unites us.
3. Yoga / meditation / a healthy lifestyle are my jams.
4. If it’s not a “Hell Yes!” I’m not doing it.
5. I want to cry when I start to sing.
6. I believe empathy is the secret sauce to healing and change.
7. Curiosity and Beginner’s Mind are the most frequented tools in my tool box.
8. “I Have Time” is my new religion.
9. My father’s death taught me how fleeting this life is.
10. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love.
A drip-drop of sweat.
And then — crash!
Like a coin in water, the ripples explode and then — stop.
I look at it.
A flash —
All the healthy eats
Sun rays and tree shades from Jackie walks
Arguments with lover (not fights, don’t call them that)
Gluten-free organic ice cream
7am wakes and late night meetings
Freeway-traffic-pondering’s and —
Shazaam’ing music that glitters the soul.
This drip-drop comes loaded.
It leaves the body, rich with substance and prana
only to die, stained here on this cycling bike.
Don’t you know? —
This drip comes from a machine of a woman.
A warrior, with super-sonic strength;
metal armor to shield her from doubt,
and a heavy burdened crown, a reward of perseverance.
This drip-drop is evidence of
elbow grease soaked in thick, raw passion.
Well, now you know.
A month since my birthday.
The birth of this body, this time, this heart, this mind.
A time to celebrate.
A time to reflect.
A time for silliness.
Fingers, toes, legs, arms, all in place.
Skin taut and elastic (for now).
Heart wide open.
Mind even more expansive than yesterday.
Curiosity killed the cat, not quite yet.
Here’s to failing.
And failing again.
And failing one more time.
Continue reading “a month since”
I haven’t seen you in 15 years.
To think. I bet you look exactly the same.
I find myself slipping back into a daughter role, aching for her father’s attention and approval.
God, I wish I was… I was… so much more.
I want to impress you.
To be a statue, shining its significance into your daily brain.
Like a quality stamp not worth much but in a book.
Permanent (which nothing is), all powerful (we all know everything has cracks).
What will you see?
What will you say of me?
What will you want from me?
How will I be?
Continue reading “what will you see?”
We celebrate my beautiful man’s birthday today.
I wrote this poem when we first met.
I haven’t changed my mind on any of it.
Happy birthday, my love.
He’s quite the badass.
He’s a rebel and he’s the too cool for school.
He’s behind the crowd, he’s the slow walker, he’s the leader of the pack without trying to be.
He’s the sage and the delinquent in one.
He’s the joker, the enigma, the shadow, and then also the ray that seeps in slowly, ever so slowly, before blasting up the room.
Oh, the ever present, Sun. The Son.
He walks into a space and, “All Hail Caesar!”
But he doesn’t like that.
Maybe he doesn’t hear it?
Could be that he tries to ignore it.
I mean, come on, it’s only natural.
Stupid me, should’ve known.
Continue reading “happy birthday [boom poem for lover]”
Short denim jeans.
Orange hair growing out from a collision of blonde shades.
Black socks squeezed into matching flip flops.
Old rollie. Used and reused.
Sweet, classic Cali teenager.
Thirteen? 14? 16? No more than that.
She looks nervous, diverts her eyes.
“Can I share the table with you?” I ask.
Thumb in mouth ripping at skin, she nods with eyes drawn away.
Staring off in the distance…
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FADE IN: brother and sister sit on the bathroom floor. Sister wipes away tears, brother comforts her.
You remember when I threw that rock at your head.
Ha. How can I fuckin’ forget.
I couldn’t believe how much blood came outta there.
What about how much pain I was in?
[Haha] I thought I killed ya.
It felt like you did.
Continue reading “bull’s eye”