The Body Communion
I wrote this piece in the last few days. It’s a simple prayer really; it has a lot of uses and it echoes a…
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Poem: Listening
I have learned my body sings and I will let it.
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What Was Stolen (and a poem).
A few reflections on my tools of trade being stolen on New Years Day. What sentence that on which the story once hung so sweet? Which words of love and truth now miss their true intent?
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How Death Will Come To You and Us.
I am fascinated by how relationships transform as people move in and out of one anothers lives. I came across an old photograph and…
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Skin Songs
When my heart is racing, it is easier to match it to the beat of another until I find my breath . When I am crawling out of my skin, your skin helps stitch me up again.
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Hey, Momma.
I was walking down town in San Francisco earlier last month. It, like most major American cities, has a large number of people sleeping…
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The Words That Bind You To Me.
Words seem infinitely powerful at that moment. When the silence becomes an ache, and the ache an emptiness, and the emptiness cannot be filled, then words have the infinite power to restore, to birth, to create, to offer. Until the final word is spoken, hope remains and life endures in the breath and intonation of the phrases we choose to define the life we mourn.
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Marriage: A Garden – Poem.
More and more, I think that marriage isn’t about finding someone who ticks the boxes, with whom your life fits and feels complete – but choosing someone who you can build a life with. So the image of a garden seems appropriate – we don’t marry because we’ve discovered something beautiful, but because we want to create something beautiful.
Read MoreGirl At The Well – Poem.
I like to write; in that freeform manner where poems might be songs or just lilting prose. Sometimes I start and don’t finish for months, like this little piece about seasons, resources and trust.
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Dear American Honeymooners.
Your newness radiates off you in waves. You’ve just flown some 21 hours to the other end of the world to celebrate and the air around you is punctuated with your achievement. She looks frazzled and tired, he looks frustrated but calm as he tries to maintain patience.
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