Posts for June 15, 2020

Category
Poem

Pressing Restart

Each night before bed
I press down the little
blue lotion lid
and revive
my crispy hands
from a days (not-so) 
hard work.

Wash off the days failures
and hope tomorrow starts 
a new path,
diverging from the hole
I’ve been digging 
for twelve weeks—
my blisters could really use
a break.


Category
Poem

Healer

I come to the work tired and achey.

Praying over the names of people I have never met in person.

Attending to the weekly task I have set myself

like homework.

It is always overwhelming at first,

looking over the pages still to go,

trying to picture each person as healed

rather than sick,

fighting off sleep and ADD

to get through the ritual.

Tonight, I feel strangely nervous.

I lose my place.

I stumble over words,

my voice unsteady.

My girlfriend has left the house,

so I can chant out loud,

easier than talking to the angels

in my head,

less liable to get lost

in the fog of my own thoughts.

I am constantly tempted to quit.

I have done this long enough.

But it is one of my few consistent

spiritual practices

and one of the few ways I serve the world.

I need to develop my gifts,

learn reiki,

use crystals,

meditate more,

talk to my guardian angels,

learn how to heal on a more global scale.

But until then,

I send out healing energy

nearly every week

to a select group.

I don’t make this strong a commitment

to morning pages,

to my writing,

to exercise

or diet

but

for some reason

I’ve made this commitment to them.

 

I come to the work tired,

reluctant,

moody,

distracted

but I always come to the work

and make sure it is done.

 


Category
Poem

The Emperor; A Reading

                         –      After Christopher McCurry’s
                                “A Snake, Two Bodies, One Head”

I don’t much like the man, any more,
the way he lounges on his throne,
watchful of the way things are
away in the fields

but he does have a kingdom,
and the guides
drew him forth, in two decks,

so this
is me.  Or how they see
Me

and a spread of others, cast about
the table speaks:   

The Two of Coins.
The Two of Swords.

The Hanged Man
and The Hermit.

For once–finally–I get
to choose

which body
withers away–

which gets
to grow

once

the deck
is cut.


Category
Poem

Absolute Total Raging Bitch

Remember me? 2014? 

From the Mall Fashion show?

I pulled your belt a notch tighter

and snapped you right in half

and fed you to the other models.

Good to see you too!

Love your hair.


Category
Poem

ambiguous drive

the courage it takes
to follow a road
straight to a new town
new people
new things
the unknown
of finding joy


Category
Poem

What if…

What if cats walked along the telephone lines?
Wouldn’t that be terrifying?
Skulking along in the sky above you
Like bad tempered birds.

(A spoken word piece by Rivka, recorded and ever so slightly altered by Jerielle)


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Poem

checking over your shoulder on a walk by yourself

i buy a face mask with a clear window in it 
so strangers can read my lips 

i mouth “no thank you”
or “rest in peace” 
sometimes “it’s a dead-end”

the window fogs up if i have too long an idea,
so i don’t.


Category
Poem

Choir

field of sunflowers
heads lifted up in worship
full hallelujahs


Category
Poem

Want

sometimes
all I want
is a long road
and enough songs
to get me 
there

and other days
I want 
more than kings
all of it
even it if ends
badly


Category
Poem

Asphyxiate

Lungs burning for air,
stacatto heartbeats tearing 
certainty in twain