Wednesday, October 18, 2017

and the band played on
eyes wide open on this ride
find your music
dance your muse
poise your pens and
take your bow
dreamy ripples
push us to our feet

Friday, October 13, 2017

a lot of people are suffering right now
my friends
strangers around the world
darkness eclipses light
hope seems all but gone
lonliness becomes bold and brave
inhabiting psyche and soul
the dance can feel endless
chaos inevitable
sadness a curse
hold tight, dear ones
let the water wash over
it will find calm once again
ride out this hurricaine of the heart
dig deep into your knowing
that this too shall pass
the storms try to claim us all at some point
everyone in the lifeboats
leave no one behind
we are all in this together
there is no I, no me, no you
there is only we
the consciousness of humanity rising
reach out in front and behind
take a hand if you need one
offer a hand to another
create the unbreakable chain of spirit
we are the ones we have been waiting for

Sunday, June 25, 2017


There once was a woman named Dyke
Who purchased a stunning new bike
She said with a grin
While licking her chin
She rides a lot better than Mike

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Garbage Night
First come the pickups
Ford 150s who scan the piles for treasures
Often with wife and dog in tow
Then the middle aged men on bicycles
Equipped with trailors and baskets
As sophisticated as they can manage as scrappers
Then, the mothers come
Their feet are their vehicle
Hunch backed and tired
They search in earnest for the leftovers
Anything, anything of value
15 cents here, 5 cents there
Carrying the load of the world
On their already burdened shoulders
My mother used to hate the scrappers
She resented them going through 'her' garbage
Me, I wait till the trucks and bikes have passed
I wait for the woman with the world on her shoulders
I give her whatever small token I have
We share a smile, maybe a laugh
As she gets ready for the long walk home
Both shoulders burdened with suffering
I feel sick inside as I return to facebook
To hear that the residents of Grenfell Towers are being rejected by the priveleged
I vow to do more
And I wonder....
How much can ever be enough....

Saturday, May 13, 2017

The Forget Me Nots
crazy wild blooms
poking, prodding,
inserting themselves into conversations
either welcome or dismissed
through cracks and impossible crevices
it doesn't matter to you
fanciful, whimsical
bold and wild
pretty yet coy
my eye catches your elegant, delicate limbs
dancing atop eager soil
daring the sun to warm you
sprinking of organza
show off
always needing to be first
how dare i forget you
i forget you not

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

send all evils running with their pants on fire
Holocaust deniers beware
the injuns are coming

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

once said a wise man
he saw the children playing
laughing and running
dreaming, imagining, creating
but the wise man saw the humans coming
he saw how they embraced war, torture, violence
he saw how they dismembered and gassed and maimed
and he begged to get off this world
as he cried, a little bird sat on his head
and said 'take me with you'
there is no happy ending to this story

Friday, April 7, 2017

I remember when i was a little girl
someone taught me
but we are 'right'
then i skipped and hopped through life
hearing of atrocities far far away
and i kept thinking
'but we are right'
and then i grew up in the cold war
i didn't even really know what that meant
except that it was colder in russia than in canada
and we were better at hockey
and when i realized...
i cried
wrote really dark poetry about the end of the world
and burned it
i knew for a fact then
and maybe we are not right
i discovered feminism and academia and poetry
and i affirmed
i had children
three beautiful, brilliant incredible children
i did that!
i realized my power, my strength, my resolve
to remind humanity
so now that is my mission, my drive, my passion
to rid the world of war
to find peace in another place
to smash the patriarchy that oppresses
to live and love in peace

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Dear United States of America
I have loved you
I have loved your beautiful gifts
Of scenic beauty
Of playgrounds and fantasy lands
Of diversity
Of constant tension
As a child I longed for what you had
that I did not
First to get the new candybar, cool shoes, cheap booze
(well that's what my parents liked)
In convenience stores!!
Tiger Fuckin Stadium!!!
I remember long road trips, my dad driving
abba playing
my mom singing along
dog snoozing in the back window
warm summer breeze
sailing through customs with a wave and a smile
birth certificates, not passports
my dog didn't even want to kill anyone
and on our way home, as i drifted in and out of dreamland
i would think about the fun we had that day
we'd roll into our gravel drive
the sound like a melody for me
my dad would carry us into bed, tuck us in
and i would disappear into the night
we can have that again
all that and more
we can take down the walls
we can tear down the barriers
we can all see and be seen
we are not what we think we are
we are the people we have been waiting for

Friday, March 24, 2017

divine feminine
it's far past the time to take charge
put down your guns, world
put down your guns
time for the madness to end
sing lullabies, stroke their hair
do whatever necessary
to keep the madmen home

Saturday, March 11, 2017

my mind boggles as to why we continue to back warmongers. I am truly baffled by the politics of the day (not naivete, rather stunned why we would chose self imposed annihilation over peace, time and time again). I believe in part that it is the absence of the divine feminine in our politics and our ways of being that thwart any possibility of a truly peaceful existence with nature.
Over the past three days, during IWD events, I was asked by three different people if I would run as a political candidate for their party. This is laughable since my gutter language and affinity for the strange would alone send me into political exile. Nothing less than smashing the state is going to save us now. And i am ready to smash. Not with violence but with love. Yes, I would be laughed out of politics for my hippie ways, but perhaps there is another kind of leadership emerging. One that doesn't need oval offices and fancy new curtains or a military apparatus that leaves its own people starving and impoverished.
As capitalism crumbles i will take a front row seat, tearing down walls and challenging colonialist ways. My ancestors were colonizers. Probably victims too, of politics that left them poor and desperate and willing to conquer others for a taste of comfort. I wear the badge of privilege as a scarlet letter. But I choose to turn shame into empowerment. I will lead, not in offices, in endless meetings disconnected to the people. I will meet you in the streets and mark my words, this revolution will most definitely include dancing and laughter, and love. VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

International Women's Day 2017

Women rising
depths of Gaia churning
fertility of magnificent soil
transformation to hope
Mother rising
sewing her fields
of wildflowers
scattered across lands
bountiful and free
Divine Feminine rising
cosmic consciousness upon us
casting shadowy glances
to our future
forboding harbinger
Women rising
ancestor wisdom harmonizing
collective spirit dawning
the dance never ends
Mother rising
gathering the indigos
telling stories of survival
tending the heart fires
fiercely passionate, fiercly resolved
Divine Feminine rising
overcoming hatred and fear
singing icaros of our souls

Thursday, February 2, 2017

I accept trouble.
I accept trouble if it means that voices are heard
I accept trouble if it means that less children die
Chain me if you must 
But know
I will not be silent
I will never be silent
I will walk with every woman
I will walk with every man
Who drops their guns
Who looks to the beautiful sky
Who cherishes a loving glance of humanity
Who sings on my porch
I accept the trouble it might bring
You, the fugitive, the shamed, the blamed
I accept you with all your beautiful warts and scars and tears
And I will not be silent
I will never be silent
And no chains will ever bind me
And i will come to you in your moments of sadness
And i will wipe your tears and I will play music and dance with you
And together we will rise