Monday, December 31, 2012

the day the women rose
the day the woman rose
she walked with grace
and calm
peace spread across her face
and she said
let's sit down 

and eat


Sunday, December 16, 2012

what is it in stillness that we fear?
 the sound of our own heart beating?
 the wave of emotions that is like an avalanche every second of every day? 
the rhythmic pattern of thoughts that bang against our skulls day in and day out? 
what keeps us from silence...
what keeps us from peace?

Monday, December 10, 2012

i like to be cold,
slightly drunk
and curl up next to
someone i love
nothing is the way i want it to be
try to find the zen in that
yet everything is
or it never was
or it was never meant to be

Saturday, December 8, 2012

goddess warriors vs, goatfuckers
the ring reeks with the stench 
of dirty old men
consumed by power, domination, control
religion is dealt the hand of referee
but there is no neutrality here
that, at least, is transparent
my weapon is my truth
and i will wield it wisely yet sharply
and with precision, integrity and fearlessness
my actions have cast light on the stage
and now it's time to ACT

Saturday, December 1, 2012

i've been staring 
at the hair on my arm
for about an hour now
and what i have discovered
is that there is extreme beauty
in our diversity
if only we could see it
outside of our arm hair
that may sound crazy
but it really isn't if you stare long enough

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

once you were my window to the world
and then you slammed it on my fingers
amazing to me
how long it takes
to heal a broken finger

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

i'm voting for love today
i'm choosing joy
and anarchy and
today i vote for my self
and your self
and the goddess
and the universe
and mercury in retrograde
and the solstice
and pizza
i'm voting for love today

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

for every line we draw
for every time we feel our breath
next to our lover's sweet body
for every moment we feel our breath
leave our belly
for every minute we are alive
for every love, 
every moment
every gift
for every kid we try to save
for every mother addicted to the street
for every boy who can't take his eyes off the screen
for our miserable planet
for my own weeping eyes

i give thanks
and remember to breathe

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

the wounds you left
so deep in my heart
are portals to my soul

Monday, October 22, 2012

somewhere in the grains of time
my voice got sucked into the depths of death
i am dying a marvelous death
also living an incredible life
watching, listening, waiting
for our new reality to emerge
also creating it in my own fashion
community, love, connection
oh did i already say love?
yes to love

Thursday, October 4, 2012

i am storming in my sleep
and the devil is upon me
i cry as much as i laugh
and i laugh a lot
i wonder when my soul
will be free
or what else must be done
to set me free
like what do i have to fucking do????
my heart knows the answer

Sunday, September 30, 2012

dear cab 118
i saw you even though you didn't see me
you were staring straight ahead
and you didn't move a muscle
as you clenched the wheel
when i saw you i wondered what you were thinking
are you angry?
what country are you from?
i'm sorry canada's government is a cocksucker

Monday, September 3, 2012

feeling displaced
and i haven't even left
roads drifting away
where is my home

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

this liberation
of my heart
is a delicate reminder
of our creative impulse
to evolve

our drive for connection
RE connection
and the mountainous journey
of the soul

happiness is.
happiness is.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

the day i met you
i smiled
and the sweet radiance of
entered my being
our life is too short
to waste on anything
but that

Sunday, August 12, 2012

this is a message from my heart
this is a call to the universe
this is justice
we have to change it all NOW
i can't bare the suffering anymore
i can't watch it and go to meetings
and watch it happen some more

i give you 3 months to get your shit together, humanity
then i get wendy all over your ass......
and you won't like that very much

my kids still need to live here
and i can't leave the world like this
for them
i just can't

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

when i think of you
my bowels moan
my heart sinks
and my teeth hurt

think it's a sign of something?

Monday, August 6, 2012

in my pensive state
i approach the front door
and calmly tell the nice man
to go away
i am done buying
i will sell my soul no longer
this is MY canada
montreal is my litmus test
my beacon of light
my hope for my children
a spineless little worm
or a rebel yell?
we must decide

Saturday, August 4, 2012

i am never bad
although some might disagree
like my mother, perhaps
wilting away in soggy suffocation
unfortunate as it is
it is not my life
and i am never bad

Saturday, July 28, 2012

i went back to that river and you weren't there
the pool of dirty water
only showed a reflection of myself

i wonder where you went

Thursday, July 26, 2012

i remember a day
sucking on a peach pit
and the most important thing
was getting every bit
of succulent peach
off that pit
where did that day go

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

i am a myth
created to disrupt
you are also a myth
and i am here
to disrupt you

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

the summer of love
love of self
love of community
love of gorgeous souls
who like to lie in the grass
and watch clouds
as they pass

the summer of change
change in community
change in partnership
change in the way we do it all

the summer of possibility
eyes wide open
not afraid of snapping turtles
ready for what comes next
heart wide open
eyes wide open

Friday, July 20, 2012

the ring of dirt
from your beautiful body
is still in my tub
i am loathe to wash it away
because it reminds me
of what is possible
and everything that is wrong

i am very angry these days
and searching for medicine
but they all run away when
i get too close

searching for a cave
from which i can venture out
and roar occasionally

Thursday, July 19, 2012

i can't survive in this reality
please please
help me create a new one
before i die

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

oh mr policeman
please don't hurt me
i am a nonviolent protester

Sunday, July 15, 2012

i am not afraid
i am not afraid

bullies beware
i am not afraid

in the slippery mess of life
i will slide and shake

but never quiver

Friday, July 6, 2012

there once was a girl who had everything
three amazing children
full of life and spirit
and love
a dog who loved her
so much he found his way home
from lake erie
before a stupid cop
made her dad put him to sleep
a beautiful childhood
a good if not somewhat boring marriage
a good if not somewhat boring divorce
incredible encounters with amazing people
the greatest job in the universe
real friends
and lots of them
surrounded by goddesses
fortunate to have enough brain cells left
after highschool
 to study with masters
to learn about breath
but still no one brave enough to sleep beside me

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

topple the harper regime
make them look for jobs like the rest of us do
bev oda is a token death
not enough, in my opinion
tear down the wall

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

this world is entirely built on orgasms
that, and thunderstorms
get into one
and then come talk to me

Saturday, June 30, 2012

it's bad
it's really really bad
opression is the new fruit loops
make no mistake
be strong, follow love
and come and sit on my porch

Sunday, June 24, 2012

standing toe to toe
with the oppressor
i am a rock
impenetratable stone
with a heart that dances wildly
against a hot summer sky
take that, officer burke

Monday, June 18, 2012

i miss the weight of your arm
across my body
as i listen to you breathe in my ear
while i pretend to be asleep

i miss your smile
but mostly your laugh
ok mostly your body
i miss the way you pull me in to you

i am gone in your touch
come home soon

Saturday, June 16, 2012

birth is a swift thing

living takes longer

fear is always the truth

that stares us down

we were not afraid to be born

we should not be afraid to fly

Friday, May 4, 2012

in the simmering madness

we hold hands and quiver
worried about stories
ego dances across the room
and i get pushed into a corner

i will not expire
with the solitude of grace
make me grab this world by its gonads
and shake it out if its misery

i know it hurts
breathe deeply
and take the pain
and show your face

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

i'm the craziest chick i've ever known
and that's on a good day
what if your dad named you wendy
the keeper of the lost fucking boys
how do you think you might turn out?

Friday, April 20, 2012

earth needs sky
i need you
so where is the divide?
there isn't one
that is the answer

Monday, April 2, 2012

you forced my voice
you forced me to speak
i am not willing to die in a world that
doesn't care about its children
wake the fuck up
it's time

Thursday, March 29, 2012

in the underground river
that connects each of our hearts
to its source
to the universe
i visit you
but i won't dwell too long
for the current is strong
and i must breathe

i celebrate you this day
like years before us
i celebrate your wings
your gift to soar
gently lift 
your soft cheek to mine

i traverse the earth
carefully laying each step
collecting my tribe

you soar and dip
soar and dip
soar and dip
feet barely touching ground
mesmerise audiences
with your charm
only to soar and dip once more

the river weaves our stories
yet flows past just as fast as they are created
only stones stand in the way
i have a thousand words to say
and yet i have none
perhaps i fancy myself a stone
who always dreamt to fly

who knows why we choose our moment
to come into this world
but you chose this one
in this tumultuous time
and we choose each other 
for the timelessness of our love

i will get better at this
but i can't rush
i don't enter the new like you
she must be very wonderful
to make you fall so hard
and i honour all your choices
although my rebellion speaks other words
i'm sorry but i was born that way
my choice, i suppose
to palpate the duality
of my soul's yearning

today, on the day of your birth
i celebrate this life
with you in my heart
with you in my soul
dancing always
laughing at the mystery
loving each challenge, each choice
honouring the depth of this winding river
that is life

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

year of radical change
so the mayans say
we feel it in our hearts

our bones release
ancient wisdom
as we create 


memory leads us forward
into darkness
but the sweet scent of magnolia
tells the way

i have loved you for a thousand years
and i will love you for a thousand more
i saw you in the moon
the very night we met
and i know i will find you there again

Thursday, March 15, 2012

the dreadful untangling
of ones own heart
soul's elixer
is joy 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Monday, March 12, 2012

maybe there's a way
we can run wild
and love each other

if there is

i want to try

Sunday, March 4, 2012

the occupation
is the occupation
of our own souls
our own truth
when the drones sweep the parks clean
they see only crazies, lost, homeless, dirty, pathetic souls

and at first glance they might convince themselves
but a deeper look
shows the beauty 
that we are not crazy
lost souls have been creating their own community
for a very long time
shunned by institutions
hated by institutions

'helped' by institutions

coming together
in hope
in desire
in desperation
in love

determined in spirit
fearless and godless
ready to take on the world
longing for connection
previously denied

the occupy movement
was but a culling
a weeding out
of those who will stand
and those who won't
if you're not one of us
it is you
who is lost

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

she takes her clothes off
and he leaves the room
not a good start to the night
but maybe the beginning of the book
she always meant to write

Friday, February 24, 2012

always on the outside
of you

finally found some words
to describe the turmoil
in my heart

always on the outside 
of you

you let me get close
but not so close
that i could see the wound

even though my fingers poked at it
even though you scream for it

i'm sorry
we didn't go all the way
with our love
i'm sorry
we didn't leap into the fire

i want to bathe
in an ocean of truth
with you

i want to breathe
into all that is becoming
with you
with me

i want to step off
this massive cliff
with you


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

in this insanity
when my city dissolves savings
held for the poor, homeless and disabled

to fuel the ego of a pompous, macho
blowhard of a mayor
and instead spends millions to fund
elitist figure skating
and a fancy 3 second light show

in this insanity
my local tv news
sells me propaganda and lies
about tasers and cops
while ignoring the real story

in this insanity
i am warned by my friends
'be careful what you say'

in this insanity
i stand with clarity
and truth
without fear
and say

what if you saw me drowning
what if you saw my arms flail
as my eyes began to bug out of my face

what if my house was on fire
what if you saw the flesh on my body
sizzle as i screamed

what if i came to your door
bloody, sobbing
and confused

what would you do for me?
what will we do for each other?

Monday, February 20, 2012

it's been a while i know
feeling blocked like an old lady
downing metamucil by the case
except i'm not an old lady
and the block is in my heart
not my ass

but i'll be back soon
i promise

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

oh glorious moon
full and strong
let me steal a drop of wisdom
dress me in your glory
chain me to the mountaintop
until your message
show me
show me
your reflection
already reflected
in perfection in my
longing eyes
i bask in beauty of this life

Sunday, February 5, 2012

blast me out of this place
skirt blowing against the wind
face forward
not knowing
make it so and dance with me along the way

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

in 1492

if i had met columbus

on the boat

i would have hogited the


... and sailed somewhere wam

tied up my boat

shared everthing i had

and danced till i couldn't dance

any more

Thursday, January 19, 2012

it seems to me
that what's at stake here
is the very way
we see the storm
you see
it's a much different view
when you're in the eye
when you become the eye
than when you allow your
soul to enter the dance of chaos
that surrounds
swirling in temptation
like a wildly drunken dervish

it seems to me
that the eye
the calm
the perfect balance
is where masculine and feminine
the divine
dances its own steps
where we emanate from
where we're called to

it seems to me
this eye
this eye
is calling

Friday, January 13, 2012

and what if we cast ourselves
as wizards 
of this great stew
what if we unfold 
that which
has never been 

Monday, January 9, 2012

the new moon

wakes and pulls us along
cloaked in
whatever sustains
this emerging

Monday, January 2, 2012

these are good tears
and this is a good day
sweeping out every corner
mind body soul
into our

Sunday, January 1, 2012

this poem is for dee dee

I am the wolf

you wrap your tiny finger around
a lock of my hair
your legs grip my waist
like a vice
your beautiful brown eyes sink
into my own
and your soul says
'i trust you'
i hold you close and tell you


'i am the wolf'

your new mama gives you
pretty things
the glasses perched atop your button nose
your old mama couldn't buy
you giggle and serve me tea
but only in the kitchen
not on the carpet

but her name is dee dee
dee dee, i cry
'we're using her christian name now'
says the new mama
dee dee giggles
no glasses
or pretty dresses
can hide the shadows
of her heart
'where is junior', she asks
'where is my brother?'

i hold her close as i say goodbye
she asks when i'll come again
rain crashes down my cheek
soon, dee dee, soon

as i open my book to record a note
i am the wolf

i see dee dee's mama
alone on the street corner
shivering, shaking
awaiting the next wave of ecstasy
to carry her away
i sit with her and she cries
she cries the stories of a hundred years
she tell what happened at
the mush hole
and the tears
become a puddle at her feet
she cries for all her children
gone to her, forever
she cries for her sisters and aunties
and for the moon
she doesn't know

the puddle swells into a river
holding each other, the rapids carry us
she cries for her father she never knew and for
the trees and sky and earth
who used to know her name
her tears flow like waterfalls
drenching the earth
in a great flood
she cries for her babies not yet born
and the medicines
she does not have

i hold her tight and we are washed away into the
wildness of her aching soul
and still
i am the wolf