“If we are to preserve culture we must continue to create it”
— Johan Huizinga
Come Alive
“I want to sing a song into your bones
Until they hum in harmony with the roots of the mountains.
I want to breathe fire into your blood
Until it is molten potential like the iron in the forge.
I want to dance your feet into a frenzy
Of ecstatic revelation…”
Fiddle with Gray
"You try to play me like a fiddle when you don’t know how to play
Talking black and white observations when it’s really all gray…"
Three to Read: Barbara Eisenhart on the Synthesis of Poetry
“It uses concentrated language: less words, more meaning. All words are chosen carefully by the poet so that each word is important… For me, poetry adds definition and clarity to my place in the world, and I can’t imagine life without it.”
The Reconciling of Tāwhirimātea
I sat next to a sunburn
I sat next to a sea
His edges were salt
So strong the scent of water…
Rubbing Stones
I noticed when life got dark... so did the light in my eyes
Dreams of searching, didn't realize me I'd find
Rubbing stones to spark my divine
It's an equation to divide…
My Mother’s Daughter
"I am my Mother's daughter," I sigh.
Always that sigh, because this is a lament. That is how I use this phrase…