For fun

Dancer

Another thing I did in Sedona was attend a screening of Dancer. You may recognize Sergei Polunin from his "Take me to Church" (Hozier) ballet. I highly recommend seeing the documentary if it's playing near you.



I love escaping into art. It makes me feel more alive. Watching people who dedicate their lives to it is so inspiring. Sergei's story is fascinating, too. He's not the typical dancer. In fact, he arranged this performance to be his last. Here's more info: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5097070/

Vortices

Restraint

Last night you were beside me. 

Sprawled on the lawn until it turned into a bed. 

My head nestled in the soft spot between your shoulder and chest.

I smelled you. Intertwined my hand with yours.

We stared up once more. 

Probably dreaming about what we wished was happening.

I rolled you over to face me. 

Freed my hand and placed both of mine on stubbly cheeks.

Fingers slithering to the short silver hairs on the sides of your head. 

Then down to the bare parts of your chin. 

I snuck down the back of your neck. 

Studying.

Open palmed, down your side.

Then you were naked. 

I moved down grazing your manhood.

I felt your buttocks, thighs, knees.

Once completed, I took your face again.

Fell into your galaxy eyes. 

For years all I’ve wanted to do is kiss you.

I’ve imagined every scenario, every sexual position.

Yet, once given the chance, in my own fantasy.

I refrained.

Alien

I 

feel sexy

in oversized work 

pants, purple lipstick, 

and butterfly 
eyes.

Retreat Painting by my Students

I hosted a retreat for my Certified Intuitive Artist Practitioners last week. We were in Oak Creek Canyon, Sedona for 6 nights (it was blissful). And they decided to paint me a picture. It's got a lot of meaning within the colors and shapes, but I saw a bit more. So I made a poem about it.

 

Karma Pose 

One hand raised
threatening to 
pierce. 

Head to the 
side, neck
slanted.

Big Desire

What I have is Big Desire.

The remedy: evolution,

honesty. (I want you)

I envision grandeur of spirit and nature.

Being scared in my tent.

Carrying bear spray to work.

Learning to bike in snow.

Loving more than one at a time.

(In more way than one.)

No gender. No sexual preference.

Bursting sun.

Dancing through storm.

Inviting all who care to watch.

Me.

Jumping through life.

A kid high on hopscotch.

Rusty

finger buried in sand

Tangiers’ ocean crowded

wave spilling trout out

the wrong water source

in the back of the cabin

a loose door cracks open

hinges are rusty and unlatched

a breeze sneaks in

during nap time

spiral thoughts uplift 

from dark to distilled