Blessed be

Blessed be praying to a god

that is real

that is there

fully hearing

fully rare.

Radiant green energy.


The time for words is over.

Stop with the pencils piling up everywhere.

her biggest fear,

tempt the volcano, get a nightmare…

So take the ax – cut off the bits –

talk to god about everything.

saucy talk,

Silly songs,

a god that whistles and lives.

post mortem

post post mortem

blah blah

gobble gobble a god that is kind,

and penetrates her mind.

She needs a muse, too, anonymous

like starlight from another galaxy

with a hunger for closeness and reciprocity…

Box of junk for sale. She needed to put the garbage in a place that wasn’t a trash can and would be kinder to small birds who don’t care for the cold.

Something … is

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no. Never


The teriyaki meatballs had fallen all over the floor already

“I’m still hungry though,” she said,

a deep well inside justified

Goalquest HQ

Your secrets


In good form. Talk to trees in the morning

Just be still and clean.

throwing words to the wind…

20 minutes in the shed.


Clean your house

Be Jesus

to your house. mop up insides introspect in my pocket,

mop up with bales of hey

hey, to the galaxy

earth days…. months …. years she had a fantasy

romance deep

inside herself

with herself

in her shell

flowing out

all over the school

Must get stronger inside

or she might lose her job, and everything she cares about.

clear puddles, because disaster switches forms.


Fold laundry

Fix light

Serve others

No desire.

No will

No pain.

Put your dreams away under covers

plant flowers

Hold right there.

she wasn’t sprinting

through life,

she stayed perfectly still, each day

Nobody knows how the story ends down on earth.

Forget about it. . . . might leave a trail.

Bless this day

and all that is hungry

all that lives

Bless this morning

And whatever else

that is.

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Kids like to roller skate on the driveway

The smallest little chicken in the coop had died yesterday, bullied to death by the larger birds, likely more aggressive given it’s the winter and they are caged more than usual.

The carcass was dragged down the driveway last night. this morning a long red plume …

probably a hawk, or cat, or some predator.

She is hosing off the driveway half of the morning, hose and sweep, hose and sweep … the bright red guts stick, a big pool of dirty water collects. Five times, six times, walking and listening

The bigger hens are already pecking the next one down the chain on the back of the neck. natural order. it will be the end of her hen experiment.

Hell knows,




November, December, January, February, March, April, repeat.

Sustain >>>> morning

Spill out your medicine

Deforming misdeeds

Guts… guts

spill out your seeds


Disarm me

Spill out your guts I want to live, I want

to give more




Transforming …

Transform me

so bizarre, these magics

spill out your swords, spill out your core

Spell out symphony

Spill out of your shores

Burn out your guts, I want to live,

Take it and

read it in your own time.

spill out your animal instincts spill out your pills

Angels on a rooftop ..

depths ocean oil

Believe in me.

Believe me.

Spill out radical reverberation


more wood.

more truth. more will.

Body and the soul and the body and the spirit body and the soul and the body and the spirit…

Leveling House

She had to level her house because it was sinking.

Everyday, mining the forest. completely obsessed, so she started moving everything away from the center.

she went to Costco and broke down some images into her cart…

Pulled on the Farmer Joe overalls

trash storage

Data dump

Chicks poop


container words

crawl space

clean out


deep mending


socks mending cloths


soccer stable


being in the closet with me.


no fusion disaster.

friendship — won’t stop.

Girl vibe.


Passion — energy

No burning up, just fun

birds singing

swans alone.




Plan B

was inside the box.  The

inside out plan was more beautiful.

than you.

frozen in time,

at “really cute.”

she was born on the lake and doesn’t want to leave so

she got up on her horse again every morning.

she had made the choice to stay in the bowl with

the orbs of energy…

hell had made her. and because she was already down there, and in it, she might as well look around

And she had taken three wrong turns already,

a clown in the circus.

She wanted to defy gravity again, but the opposite. She had everything she needed inside the WordPress to make a high castle tower, but reversed. She could breathe inside there, it was like a 2nd skin to her, she could show emotion… everything. she was there so she owed herself this try, Using his energy to push off and catapult her higher than she had ever gone, but opposite, a deep dive. She would have to find it. (thinking of you as very far away. But in the shell.)

Fixing something jagged – like correcting

Not. Going. Out

I think I can make it really pretty –

The prettiest heart dash



We’re broken up

but it doesn’t stop


Self care

Ride the wave for as much energy as you can get out of it.

When did I injure myself again

Equals = problem


Chained energy they speak it

It lives

Reversible energy

Disregard that she is making a fairy

Diary for you.


Get involved

Stayback in the bullfight.

Big crowds

In theatres

Bar room really loud swollen

And angry

Wolves matter.

Flame mind beautiful

Chained to defiance

Glowing and angered,

revolution in the courts.