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A Tale In The Mouth

As we speak We shape the world Breathing out Our stories As we see We are the mirror Looking at Our faces As we love We make it so Working at Our lives A story is A thing alive Twisting snakes At work A river flows New banks are cut Moving on With mud NotContinue reading “A Tale In The Mouth”

Buckeye of Spring

I know That death Will come One day Right now There are New leaves to grow This dawn The sun Will hold My skin Today I am A green Delight

The Swamp of All Things Gone

Underneath Where things go to hide A ball of roots A piece of salt A fish can swim Before time There was something else A field of mud A long dark space A place that grows After time Nothing quite like rest A family A meeting ground A state within Extinction Not the end, notContinue reading “The Swamp of All Things Gone”

Agranona’s Music

I am standing in the cool air of the evening with my feet on the stone of the entryway. The night is full of the smell of winter and I can hear only my breath and the breath of my sisters around me. We have been dancing for so long that I no longer rememberContinue reading “Agranona’s Music”

Iyano’s Midwinter Morning

We stand in the still moment when the darkness is letting go. Around us we can hear the heavy, tired breathing of the dancers who have brought this time into our lives. They have been embracing the sky for three days and nights to prepare the way for what and who we are here toContinue reading “Iyano’s Midwinter Morning”