Spring Collection
This spring collection focuses on the similarities between our bodies, our relationships, and ongoing transformation of the natural world
shifts and shutters
Purposeful rain for
Poncho-ed pontifications
Stream of words not stutters
The ground is filled and guttered,
waiting for this 50 bus
water turned puddled
words from muddled to muddied
Now we have these 427 ducks ,
This pond of life, our creation.
Pondering while I listen to him lied on his throne, playing his tune , his fife, his tone
A potentate,
His speech carries weight and sound , this has shown
No one can shift words like he can in this water, brings abundance , fishes
He makes words mean something l'ḥaim
On a whim
Make the pond electric , replete with dagim
Whether past, present, or future
He can stitch these bodies of work together
sutured
And I’m a lily pad listening
Planted and firm
Shaken not stirred
Pressed and echoing
My energy like myrrh
Agate in my substrate
Waiting for the lyft
It’s time to shift
5/2-5/3
5/3 Mornings not Yearnings
Fresh spring mornings
With My lover by my side
Whether at a distance
Or by bedside
I can’t help but picture
His deep seaside eyes
You are my pride
This morning Monsoons adrift
I want to melt in between a crest and trough
With my arms around you
Castaways our past seasons cast-off
Dreaming in deep sea blue
5/2 The Permission to Tend
At city hall
We shall see
Permits and permissions
No Need be
I’ve allowed myself to love again
I want to see this to the end
You tend and tend
Your garden of relations
I feel so lucky to be here and stationed
5/1 Workspring
May Day
SOS
Sometimes this worker needs some rest
No more work we have to wait until the Harvest
With love and care
No one can compare
This brimming gem
From the roots to the stem
To flowers that bloom when the gust is down
you are safe and sound
4/28 Meadows and Mavens
Grassy hilltops
Savory and sweet
We just made closing time at the shop
shivers and shakes
On repeat
A shift from deliver and bakes
That he did last week
of his crafts, he’s a maven
Refining and revising his feats
Excited to dive into the unexplored, the forsaken
All this I get to see in awe, what a treat
4/22 Seeps and Ganders
Only Aproned and apparationed
Was this lovely meal possible re:position
Gandering over at the seeping of seasoning into creation
No one can reverberate and transform an already magical occasion
Exalted and extolled
On this Passover Seder
with my love you are laden
It has never been greater
4/14-4/20
4/20 The Lifting of Water
It rises up into air
As we inhale and release
Smiling and sensible
Eyes begin to crease
Heat lifting water
Test fire created moisture
Topsoil turned sodder
This relationship, this new pasture
We both felt our roots rip apart our stomachs churned
Prescribed burns
And here we are -
the water
lifted off our faces
Fire whirls: filled with debris , the traces
giddy and sleepy
We lay to rest
Heat on by body , side by side
Abreast
4/14
Sounds and Sights (The Oboe)
This Bosque
Boxed up Boxwood
Good and sharp turns needed
To avoid sanding and abrasiveness this advice should be heeded
Difficult to find and Slow growing
And slow turning has the best showing
My Haut-Bois
I wrap his reed and tune as best I can
Sometimes warped but that’s to be expected with such a slow seasoning
To make this sturdy man
I marvel in his sag tune
I revel in his gem moon
the oboe in jazz, “Almost art “
I want to build with him, but first assart
