Every Day Magic

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Finding a close parking spot when you’re tired or sore

Being the open face someone needs to tell secrets to on a bus, in the grocery, in a bathroom stall

Arriving on time no matter how far you’re running behind

Seeing omens in everyday items and heeding them

Showing up in an empty store and watch the people magnet to it while the confused staff has to hustle to catch up.

Having just enough stamps

Never missing a bus

Hitting an airline connection just right so there is no layover after all

Invisibility (Linda Looney)

I am an invisible person.

I’m sure you’ll disagree

But you’ve been well versed in

How to visualize me.

Maybe scorch-eye my belly

Disapprove my thickened thighs

Look down your nose at me ready

to allow me to be humanized

then possibly you’ll witness me

Become familiar and un-stigmatized

Homing Sister

Sister, the wildflowers have grown tall in what once were ruts

tracing our roots back to our Goddess time bleeding

a dog path racing our boots back to the first greeting

Surprised at the ease of our friendship, I noticed

The wild grass has grown tall in what once bore dust

Weaving our roots together intimately intriguing

Spiritual Bath

Perfumed purification

anointed my skin

fragrant with absolution

My brethren

Blessed sisters;

Heart-bound lovers


My blood baptized

in the cistern of love

Forgiven to be human

The elation of redemption

damp against my brow

Dancing in broad circles

Breathless with abandon

the release of blissful beauty

For Granted


The process of living:

retrieving the cereal from the pantry

The simple pouring of the cereal

into a bowl from the cupboard

with milk from the fridge

with a spoon from the drawer

pulling out my chair with the extra cushion

lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Automatic conveyance without mindful grip

relaxing into the sensations of living, breathe in

hold and exhale gently while ingesting energy

Setting the spoon to ceramic bowl clanking glassily


lifting my spoon from the bowl with a bite of crunch

Where you are

You’re in the dark of night

You’re in the waking morn

You’re in the still and silence

You’re in the raging storm

You’re in the faces that I see

The ones That all look back at me

You’re in the lakes and rivers

You’re in the roiling sea

You’re the purple smoky mountains

You’re the very air I breathe

You’re a dream of love delivered

You’re a heart, a part of me.

Obedient Dogs

I get patted on the head,

“There, there, who’s the good girl?”

Happy am I to take less care,

be less of a pest,

than the obedient dogs that sit at master’s feet

But I’m the one who pisses on the rug

“That rug really tied the room together.”

then lies about the puddle

So I’ve been shown by nosy newspapers

“This aggression will not stand, man.”

That little girl

That little girl under the table

that little girl under the table

scratching at knees as a mosquito might

pestering annoyingly enough;

but she’s not.

that little girl under the table

she’s not grown out of it

because she never left (even though she did)

Once in anger, once bereft,

grafting failure to achieve

something withered from the roots

Blood, not her blood, embraced her

brought her Polaroids of family blessed

as blissed as deeply remembered it to be

created in Tunes of resonant harmonies

The only home she wasn’t

that little girl under the table

who begged for scraps of affection

but the dogs eat faster, less furiously,

less needy than

that little girl under the table.

Releasing that

Don’t expect me to feel guilty having the morals of a man

Don’t expect me to feel ashamed when I’m doing the best I can

Don’t expect me to carry your burden while you cast the evil eye

Don’t call me friend to my face when you’re not at all my ally

Don’t smile at me with tight lipped politeness

with venomous fangs dripping with kindness

“Boys will be boys” and other lies told

The patriarchy I refuse to uphold

Release my power from that which holds back

Allow my anger! Encourage my wrath!

Temper me only when justice is served

Allowing peace the love deserved.

The Blessing of Venus

I’ve absolved myself of sin

of treating my body as a man’s

loving whomever I desired

again and again and again.

There is no shame between these thighs.

Sighs the ecstasy of night

Breaks the silence with Goddess song

Venus’ blessing; my kiss prolonged

Beckoning divine delights