Almost Inside

Wild turkey waiting
outside this downtown cafe
followed a small child
almost inside, so we ask-
young tom- do you think us tame?

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True but strange, of the wild turkeys in the park near our house, there is one that loves children. I mean Loves them; he lets them pet, feed, and HUG him (!!)

The child whom turkey is most attached too, a toddler, is pushed in one of those loud, bright yellow  wheeled plastic toys down the sidewalk. The parents swear that it is the loud wheely toy that draws the turkey.  And so, when they begin their walk to town some mornings, turkey appears from the brush, and lines up in tow behind them all, all the way to cafe. We’re talking- a half mile away. I didn’t want to name the cafe in my poem but it is one of those big tacky coffee chain places common in most large urban centers, making it even stranger of course. ;)


Fixer Elixir

Here we are, 13 days into National Poetry Month, and I’ve posted far less poetry than usual. I’m writing lots; incubating, exploring characters, dreams, forms, rhythms- but not feeling like anything is finished enough to post.  What’s so different this time?


she says   IN    all these sparks 

    I          scatter    your way             

just stop         thinking,           start

drinking  it all      down a little   

deeper, this juice, this                tincture,  salve

for the       soul.   You  want          the final fixer,    

Elixir, here I am-


Actually, writing is feeling really good now- and I’m thrilled April is here, I’m making more time for poetry.  Lots of inspiration, joy when I write, hunger for it all… but I have too many balls in the air to court my Muses properly. (Anyone else feel like this?) Feels like I need to submerge with the  Muses for awhile, a day (at least an hour! ;)  and not just quickie exercises or posts.

But one good thing- I’m writing song lyrics all over the place. No problem there. Our new project- Fistful of Stars, has about 12 new songs, and we wrote another 2 last week.  I love it when I get to write the lyrics to fit the emotional, energetic, kinetic feel of a song.  Mine or anyone else’s- pure joy.

Funny, what I posted about this time 2 years ago is spot on for me now as well:  A feeling that Muses are impatient with m–, all while I book gigs, plan a Summer Europe tour, cater to the Lyric Muses, plant my garden, and try to finish taxes… Ha!


Nothing kills Muses like taxes.

But there were so many great things about this week…. the Europe tour is coming together nicely; we’re working on videos. My garden is growing; and the hunter moon is lighting the skies.

“Jealous Muse 

Time for a million
& none for me- gives zero
to the bossa waiting patiently.
We could sip wine & light a fuse
taxes & death are no excuse.

Leaving~ 3 Short Forms

2 years ago, for NaPoWriMo, I was taken by the efje- a short poetry form of 5 lines said to have originated in the Netherlands.  Words- not syllables:



leave everyday,
so why tears
when you hug me

-5 Lines-

There he goes,
another friend
packing his truck, high
with all the things
we forgot to say.

- Random

Waving goodbye,
a slow motion blinks while
houses peel their paint in more ways
than we found Words
But all good wishes
all the same.





Divas in the House! Women of Soul~ White House Concert-PBS

Did you see it? I missed Monday’s show this week, but you can see it was mos def a night to remember; Legends who defined the genre, bringing their crazy-great energy onstage; so much love in the house. Didn’t realize this series has been going on for decades. But this concert, I’m sure, must take the cake; Aretha Franklin, Patti LaBelle, Jill Scott, Janelle Monae, Melissa Ethridge, Tessanne Chin, Ariana Grande.  I just love seeing Janelle Monae and all the risk she takes; she does that old-skool-meets-new with so much flair and confidence; always leaves me wanting more. But then, Divas do that- don’t they!!!!! ;) ahahaha!

Click on the photo to get to the video on PBS website.


Quarried and Carved

What drove a hand below the surface

deeper than forgotten,

into the black of wet mud, is gone. But here, in this pit-

it found


history of loss, cool of decay

and not enough sand-

and so it reached further, past time-soaked

space, until nail and finger bent

hard against mountain and plate,

continental shelf, some Great Divide

between your world and mine, seen unseen and

quarried into light,

it found


your Olmec face.

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Dirthead0586Hard to believe- but when planting a garden of sages tonight, I seriously found a stone head in the mud, about arms reach down. Not sure why I kept reaching, or why I so confidently lifted it out from the blackness, wondering what a strangely round thing it was.


A face carved of rock- like lava, & very heavy.




Iron Boy/ Silk Weaver~ Myth

Based on NaPoWriMo’s Day 2 prompt: An uncommon myth. Native legend


Wind came whispering~ I am coming with storms,
fierce dark clouds in my command, will fill valleys, canyons, even arroyos with rivers-
And all will carry my waves, five days strong. Feel my way. See my words.

Boy thought of Her, the Great Weaver, cocoon filled, eggs awaiting
their day. Creator Spirit Spider- how will she thrive? I must go, he said, move her
from loss, destruction, this wayward wind, take her from this flood. Believe me. See me.

At cave’s entrance, Spider Woman felt Boy approach, stopped her spinning, saw his worry wearing raw a sweetgrass basket, hands and nerves, searching for words…
‘Iron Child, she said, where will you take me, me and my young to fill this world? Hear me, answer me.

Silk Maker- I must take you on a journey to Mesa, keep you safe. He began to untie her silks wrapped tight to Cocoon, unweaving each fiber from its hold. With trust, Mother Spider climbed atop Creation’s cocoon, let Boy gently lay them inside Basket. Sleep now, while I fly.

Clouds came. Chaos Wind with sand from moons away. Boy quickening his steps, outran wind, its deluge, ran until he saw Window on Worlds, highest mesa, but the ground before him was wild, a churning sea. Tumult. Spider could feel fear well up in Boy’s heart. Shhhh Boy, hold fast, hold tight.”

With this, Spider Woman threw one long thread, from her longest black arm, strong and high
over sea and wind to juniper of mesa. It’s thread thick, doubled and braided itself, triplet and taut, made a rope, a road, a bridge, a way, for Boy and his Basket. Iron Boy, Spider Woman and all of Creation.

Inspired by a story of a girl saving spiders and the Hopi Creation Myth. Spider Rock- Canyon DeChelly

613px-Spider_Rock_1     Spiders play important roles in the mythology of many Native American tribes. In Southwestern tribes, spiders are associated with the culturally important art of weaving, and wise spider goddesses give their assistance to the people as culture heroes. On the other hand, many Plains tribes feature Spider as a rough trickster god, ranging from an inappropriate but entertaining rogue in some stories to a violent and slightly deranged criminal in others. To the Osage, spiders were a special symbol of patience and endurance. To the Blackfoot, they represented intelligence and skilfulness. The Ojibwe associated spider webs with their dream catchers, a type of traditional hand-woven Ojibwe craft meant to filter out bad dreams which has become popular among many tribes today. And to many Native Americans, it still is considered bad luck to kill a spider today.

Spiders are also used as clan animals in some Native American cultures. Tribes with Spider Clans include the Hopi tribe, whose Spider Clan is named Kookyangwngyam or Koking-wungwa.




This visit,
when I came to see you,
time was the shirt on your back
unraveling as we walked. You led the way, down
flower fan path, your hand so firm on mine, it pressed each moment
from blood into bone and back- new territory, before desert, my skin yielded
in tiny coils, touched chert in Rock-that-tells-stories,
its crevices filled with moss and shell, wet waving tentacles.

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Shedding Light, Getting Ready~ NaPoWriMo

So, the last photo I posted apparently wasn’t such a mystery; Laura guessed it within seconds of posting; Pacific Abalone, the green spp. Although she is a CA girl, with perhaps an unfair familiarity ;), she wins. And since she already has all 4 of my CDs, I gave her another gift, besides music. The last post, and this photo- hints of what has been keeping me busy lately, beyond musica.


And here is another~

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The great Southwest.  NV with sagebrush in the foreground and as far as the eye can see; Desert Sage. This was also a common plant and scent of much of my Arizona childhood.  It’s hard to explain, but I came home from the last tour across the Southwest, from California, Arizona, New Mexico, to Colorado– a little heartsick. I don’t know why, but it feels strangely, as if… I left my heart behind on the last tour, somewhere between Durango, CO and Joshua Tree, CA.  So I will try to explain in the next few posts, to come close in poems, starting tomorrow; shed light. All in time for April’s National Poetry Month; a poem a day, every day for 30 days. + MicroPoems on Twitter.

I’ll still be posting musings, New Inspirations, and Artist Crushes, but poems and poetic prompts will be mixed in. It’s always great to connect with the Poetry community this time of year. This always motivates me to post more. If you are  posting poems in April, leave a comment on any post this month, with a link back to your site so we can all visit/comment. It feels good to feel poets hard at work writing daily all across the globe! Great also to stop by each others sites and say ‘Hey keep on going!’    ;)

Micro Verse~ Macro Mystery (Guess Which one…)

Too many moons

have passed

since I walked this path

      with you.

Yet, Mystery and Beauty~

our shared 


still blossom.


Can you guess what mysterious beauty this is?   (HINT: It is from a real object- not abstract art).  The first person to guess, I will gift you a free digital CD download- of your choice from here, digital download only.  If you already have my music, we’ll figure something else out.

In getting ready for National Poetry Month, I’m going to re-grease the blogging wheels. MUCH to show for my absence. Will get back to recognizing ‘new’ artists, and past post features: Artists Crush, Inspired in Oakland, Musical Musings, New Jewelry updates & some surprises.  What blogs/topics are inspiring you lately? I would love to hear your thoughts on this post and others to come!

The Wondrous Life of Zina Lahr

I just found out about this amazing, inspiring Creatura,  and the fact that her life was cut short-

She says she had “Creative Compulsive Disorder”.  ;) Beautiful, spirited, innocent Sprite- just creating, designing, unpretentiously living her Muses fully at every turn. Aah…thank you Zina for your creative example and Beauty! (watch the video by clicking on either photo or link below)


See her video HERE: The Brief Wondrous life of Zina Lahr