I’ve been looking for a name for what I am doing in Mexico this time. Practice Intensive feels most accurate. Creation Retreat? In 2012 I took a six month sabbatical, […]
Tag: transformation
jomo queen whispers goodbye to 2015
me, about to turn up for new year’s eve: what is it? knee, twinging with petulance: nothing. me: we not doing that anymore. you have my attention, what do you […]
holiday tidbits (radical musings on Xmas)
Uncle Jody, on the phone, to my 5 year old nibbling Siobhan: So, have you been naughty, or nice? Siobhan: Honestly, a little bit of both. Word. Welcome to the […]
the children (solstice poem)
the children run up the stairs and i realize how old i have become one choice at a time in the places i come together and where i am forever […]
9 lessons from my wayward child
9 months ago today, I became pregnant. Pregnant in spite of plan b, nonchalance, magic and my non-pregnancy-inclusive plans. I had no idea. I didn’t feel anything particular, didn’t notice […]
100 Years of Grace
Today was the memorial of Grace Lee Boggs, my mentor and friend. There was an extensive program. Danny Glover came to honor Grace. There were indigenous grandmothers, family members, musicians, […]
there is an edge (ode to radical imagination)
There is an edge Beyond which we cannot grasp the scale Of our universe. That border, That outer boundary Is imagination. The only known edge of existence The only one […]
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a conversation with the dinosaur at chicago o’hare airport
me: wow. dinosaur in chicago airport: hey. me: i feel a little loopy. have a three hour layover here because i missed my flight yesterday…only got a few hours of […]
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being there
1. I want to be present. Here, not always over there, or in my phone somewhere, or on my way somewhere else. This is the quality about Grace that I […]
Being Quiet
My mentor and friend Grace Lee Boggs died on Monday. I’ve been writing about her since then – poems, memories, what I learned. I’m not ready to post it yet. […]