Gleaning

Gleaning for her voice
every wrinkle - every old man
walking - away is my memory
All I know you have - hearing
her where she was not
scattered - my feet was there - always
a place that was not - is
collage - Oh your're impossible in
my body - wood for word - you
created what created language
your bent whispers - what hands
do - passing through you


This poem comes back to me often and always showing me the infinity of it's meaning - it's shifting images not dependent on images and agreements of word meaning - for me the poem has a history of movement following how meaning shifts - it looks to it's origin - it is a poem in love with that something solid seeing it's own dance and freedom - can language be free like voice?

A Constant Prayer

I include in every moment i am still - in the waking - in rest - looking at water moving in a constant oneness - a prayer for my spirit son - safe blessed space to move in to suffer in to thrive in to breathe in to share from - godself godself god self birth right birthright

A given
giving
living
with
because of
in honor of
blessed by


Sasha Hanz and Alithea Thomai Manuel are constant flowing love and protection and prayer - my children my sister my partner

Hanz you are loved and it is safe to thrive on up and up and all over the place - listen to the space talking and shifting - changing

airport meeting

Roosevelt Island

From the window here on the island - the window my grandmother looked out of when she came to New York - I see this view the view that has always been a tease and torture leaving me wanting to be over there in it and feeling very almost in life - but what I see as well is a dance of moving lights and a view that most New Yorkers would appreciate because i can see the city the whole eastside almost - FDR drive- while I have often felt like a prisoner in a tower there is just no need for that huh