There's something witchy in the connotations of the willow rods, and the women who work them...
tasting w/ my finger molecule absorption of sound
This poem collages text found at Boulder RTD station on 1 July 2018, repurposing the vocabulary to raise questions about travel, transport, freedom and movement into and around the United States at this time.
rainbow web of vortex hybrid wyrd spyder radiation angel
In this offering of a Kinetic Utopia, I invite you into the world of these words.
This poem was written from an Earth-healing ritual performed at sunrise on the banks of Boulder Creek, Sunday 24 June 2018.
Boulder Solstice - spontaneous ritual poem performed at Boulder's Georgaphical Centre 21 June 2018
bitter, grass-green memory of taste
This talk draws on my own experiences of finding a path as an embodied spiritual poet in a challenging intellectual/social/cultural environment that is/has been dismissive of both bodies and spirituality.
First draft poem for Tracie Morris's Embodied Poetics workshop, written on the banks of Boulder Creek, 12/6/18.