Dreaming

I close my eyes to dream a dream Sister drum tones the way Birch sisterhood circle Shimmering iridescent blues Spiralling into the beyond Spirit of place that holds my heart Turtle comes to guide me on my journey Into fluidity we glide together Spirits merged My place of counsel awaits Sky Lodge beings hold space …

Music Medicine (Accompanied Reading)

Since moving off grid I have found internet access challenging. No time to write a new medicine poem and so this is an older write but with the addition of a musical accompaniment on Kalimba by fellow musician and poet Christine Stevens.     Poem Text:  

Leaping

Suited and booted I was. Top of my game and driving a fast car. Selling my soul for the price of making it. Big bucks and sadness on tap. It wasn't supposed to be like this at the top. The brochure looked much nicer than the reality. Slave to the machine. Walking away to follow …

Heart of it

i don't know how we get there most of the time (sometimes it's obvious.) but i love it when we do   when we be when we do when we be when we do be do be do, right?   it becomes a flow there is nowhere else to inhabit the needle has dropped the …

Fuck Jazz!

tweak-finger dark-foot stepping snip-snipping night-life grooves te tssst te te tssst te te tssst te tssst te te tssst te te tssst tin cats hot roof blown straight wild out and beat time bright tapped ticking talk soul grit and grime and fucked up life smoked blind and free form whipping up storms of slated vine …

R.I.P.M.Y.

six string wall of sound hewn from heavy metal made for amplification wrenching a response from deep in the gut head bobbing spine tingling power chords that bit hard timeless riffs memory inked air played for all the Rock you brought we salute you   submission for dVerse Quadrille R.I.P Malcom Young      

keep the faith

Here we dance upon our leaf tossed floor Northern beech full of soul no chalk required here twisting our bodies to the rhythms of the Earth on green moss covered creepers flailing curly dreadlocks in our wake ancient gnarly faces lit with full wide grins we are up and at it in the early hours …

tons of sobs

electric fingertips channeling screeching soul air magiced vibrato tugging the guts of it all smoky vocal painting velvet strokes snake hipped bass lines with funk to spare a beat so far back it was the original rhythm young gifted bluesmen breaking out breaking Free   Posted for Quadrille #40 at dVerse Notes: Formed in London …

whirly bird

“Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.” Alice Walker the movement is pre fired neuron instinctual like a gecko's tongue snap lilt and jerk twist and pop my inner yin and yang vibrating in harmony with the beat and with each other to create groove- funk consciousness that consumes being i exist …

Fields

Michael is hosting at Real Toads. Nearly high noon of summer here in the northern hemisphere. What they won't say anymore, or ask, is what happened to birdsong? Maybe it's only here in concrete southern California - maybe where you are, there are more than crow squawks and gull cries and the occasional dove coo …