4 Threaded Spouts
Cracks in the Concrete
I have come to appreciate
the struggle of tree roots
and pushy weeds that seem to not know
their role is to stay down
there.
I have come to appreciate
the struggle of tree roots
and pushy weeds that seem to not know
their role is to stay down
there.
09:27 AM - Feb 01, 2024
3 Threaded Spouts
Visionary
She laughed as she thought about that
sideways thinker,
or was he just hungry,
the one who first thought to look past shells
and the smell of seafood…
limpets, mussels, clams, shrimp, snails,
oysters (omg shudder shiver).
She laughed as she thought about that
sideways thinker,
or was he just hungry,
the one who first thought to look past shells
and the smell of seafood…
limpets, mussels, clams, shrimp, snails,
oysters (omg shudder shiver).
08:55 AM - Feb 01, 2024
3 Threaded Spouts
Every Avenue
Your words were thicker than
The Black Forest
and thicker than blood
(by a long chalk)
you treated blood like water,
no, like stone, like brick
made without straw
(your house took all that)
and there, around that house
so flimsy a hufflepuffer could
Your words were thicker than
The Black Forest
and thicker than blood
(by a long chalk)
you treated blood like water,
no, like stone, like brick
made without straw
(your house took all that)
and there, around that house
so flimsy a hufflepuffer could
09:48 AM - Jan 30, 2024
2 Threaded Spouts
I Am A Cello
I am a cello
alone in my beauty
inhabiting curves
like mountains inhabit
the space all around
so bright, luminous
and longing for hands
and legs all around
and the touch of fingers
on my strings tuned just so
like winds on the faces
of those shining ramparts
I am a cello
alone in my beauty
inhabiting curves
like mountains inhabit
the space all around
so bright, luminous
and longing for hands
and legs all around
and the touch of fingers
on my strings tuned just so
like winds on the faces
of those shining ramparts
09:43 AM - Jan 30, 2024
Mystery
The horse we ride through this dark night
of velvet shadows, points of light shine
swimming high above us there,
those flying hooves running on air
to lift us up into that Where
and When and Why, and flowy-free
we ride the back of Mystery...
The horse we ride through this dark night
of velvet shadows, points of light shine
swimming high above us there,
those flying hooves running on air
to lift us up into that Where
and When and Why, and flowy-free
we ride the back of Mystery...
07:54 AM - Jan 28, 2024
4 Threaded Spouts
Miriam’s Song
Roll back stormy waters, roiling steely dark and deep.
Roll back clinging finger-waves and the icy grip they keep.
Make a way thru waters where there isn’t any way
And lead me laughing, walking, running out of miry clay.
Roll back stormy waters, roiling steely dark and deep.
Roll back clinging finger-waves and the icy grip they keep.
Make a way thru waters where there isn’t any way
And lead me laughing, walking, running out of miry clay.
07:08 AM - Jan 25, 2024
7 Threaded Spouts
Small Joys
Clouds rolling in fast and full
like cows urgent for the barn
and the hands of release
tugging, pulling, granting
warm utter relief.
Clouds rolling in fast and full
like cows urgent for the barn
and the hands of release
tugging, pulling, granting
warm utter relief.
07:06 AM - Jan 25, 2024
6 Threaded Spouts
In The Dusky Rose Glow of a Summer Evening
In the dusky rose glow of a summer evening
She held my heart in her hand
and held my hand in her heart
and held my eyes in her forever.
In the dusky rose glow of a summer evening
She held my heart in her hand
and held my hand in her heart
and held my eyes in her forever.
11:49 AM - Jan 17, 2024
2 Threaded Spouts
The Final Coming Thaw
I am floating on free seas held captive
in the ice of your remove and shrewd appraisal.
My heart passion like living rock moving
red and liquidy, red like plasma pulsing
scorchy and inexorably drawn in hungry
longing for the icy stillness of you.
I am floating on free seas held captive
in the ice of your remove and shrewd appraisal.
My heart passion like living rock moving
red and liquidy, red like plasma pulsing
scorchy and inexorably drawn in hungry
longing for the icy stillness of you.
11:42 AM - Jan 17, 2024
To Text My Heart
Use this
to text my heart
to write upon
my sanskrit soul
and scribe your name
into my being
it’s the only thing
that can connect
with me, on my
wavelength
Use this
to text my heart
to write upon
my sanskrit soul
and scribe your name
into my being
it’s the only thing
that can connect
with me, on my
wavelength
11:31 AM - Jan 17, 2024
2 Threaded Spouts
Say Not A Word
Hush, Love…
say not a word
as I sit here in light
and desire is wafting
in shivery delight
see how it settles
and falls out of air?
Here, on my shoulder
precipitates there in
a silvery sheen of dewy desire
my love a
melty hot flower of
mmmmmm
Hush, Love…
say not a word
as I sit here in light
and desire is wafting
in shivery delight
see how it settles
and falls out of air?
Here, on my shoulder
precipitates there in
a silvery sheen of dewy desire
my love a
melty hot flower of
mmmmmm
11:25 AM - Jan 17, 2024
5 Threaded Spouts
The Song Of Loss And Gain
Steeples and graves stand marked in memory,
by a crucifixion making way for the last to be first,
and the guilty pardoned, making way for
the creature and The Creator
Steeples and graves stand marked in memory,
by a crucifixion making way for the last to be first,
and the guilty pardoned, making way for
the creature and The Creator
02:20 PM - Dec 31, 2023
12 Threaded Spouts
This Brilliant Indifference
I am a childe of dark, a childe of light.
I was born beneath the shining moon
but just outside it’s golden touch
there, on dim green meadows blanketing
the warm red earth in comfort midst the singing dark and stars.
I am a childe of dark, a childe of light.
I was born beneath the shining moon
but just outside it’s golden touch
there, on dim green meadows blanketing
the warm red earth in comfort midst the singing dark and stars.
02:10 PM - Dec 31, 2023
When Two People Kiss
I noticed a thing that
when
two people kiss
they
move like the tide
but I
could not tell
if it
was coming in or
going out or
if
it even
mattered
I noticed a thing that
when
two people kiss
they
move like the tide
but I
could not tell
if it
was coming in or
going out or
if
it even
mattered
01:54 PM - Dec 31, 2023
8 Threaded Spouts
Between the Lines
Tree-lines mark the end of alpine meadow-frolics green
and the start of stone relief against the ever-constant skies
stretched out in steely greys and stellar silver blue sky-lines,
and space between connected by the ties of trial and time.
Tree-lines mark the end of alpine meadow-frolics green
and the start of stone relief against the ever-constant skies
stretched out in steely greys and stellar silver blue sky-lines,
and space between connected by the ties of trial and time.
12:12 PM - Dec 30, 2023
8 Threaded Spouts
Absalom At The Bridge
There on that narrow spike-span stretching
between what shall be and what has already been
he stands, my Absalom, hair blowing breezy in the wind…
golden glow and fierce mane shaking itself hard
in anger, pride, in sorrow, ache,
in Nine gods’ names
There on that narrow spike-span stretching
between what shall be and what has already been
he stands, my Absalom, hair blowing breezy in the wind…
golden glow and fierce mane shaking itself hard
in anger, pride, in sorrow, ache,
in Nine gods’ names
12:08 PM - Dec 30, 2023
9 Threaded Spouts
It’s Been A Year
it’s been a year…
a year gone down whimpering,
a drowning swimmer foundering
who sought salvation by drinking
the river and instead sinking
beneath the waves of themself.
it’s been a year…
a year gone down whimpering,
a drowning swimmer foundering
who sought salvation by drinking
the river and instead sinking
beneath the waves of themself.
11:47 AM - Dec 30, 2023
2 Threaded Spouts
Under Galloping Moon
it’s a
foggy caul
a skein,
night’s skin
here under
galloping moon.
She rides, Her horse
grey and shadow
She bleeds silver
mercury drops
quicksilver seeds
i melt into Her
wet rivers, dripping
slick with desire
swollen with devotion
aching with longing
it’s a
foggy caul
a skein,
night’s skin
here under
galloping moon.
She rides, Her horse
grey and shadow
She bleeds silver
mercury drops
quicksilver seeds
i melt into Her
wet rivers, dripping
slick with desire
swollen with devotion
aching with longing
07:37 AM - Dec 24, 2023
2 Threaded Spouts
A Lasting Awareness
Past,
present,
and future…
all immediate…
in me at
once
there
simultaneous…
at (in) the (a)
same time (place)
time is this
impression: (or is not time)
a lasting awareness
of one’s self moving
in a sea of selves,
dependent yet alone.
Past,
present,
and future…
all immediate…
in me at
once
there
simultaneous…
at (in) the (a)
same time (place)
time is this
impression: (or is not time)
a lasting awareness
of one’s self moving
in a sea of selves,
dependent yet alone.
07:36 AM - Dec 24, 2023
3 Threaded Spouts
Turning Inside Out
my skin is stained by your lips
stained red, stained wine, crushed grapes
delicious between your white teeth.
my skin is blue from your touch so cold,
so hot within ice cold choice austere,
your love so cold it’s hot
my skin is stained by your lips
stained red, stained wine, crushed grapes
delicious between your white teeth.
my skin is blue from your touch so cold,
so hot within ice cold choice austere,
your love so cold it’s hot
07:34 AM - Dec 24, 2023
9 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Silence
Today hubbub and hustle
tramways trollies and trellises
crammed with travelers, trophy-takers and talkers
the cacophony joyous ascends, surrounds, spreads
and in this din great tidings of cheer resound
and rebound, and return round again.
Today hubbub and hustle
tramways trollies and trellises
crammed with travelers, trophy-takers and talkers
the cacophony joyous ascends, surrounds, spreads
and in this din great tidings of cheer resound
and rebound, and return round again.
07:31 AM - Dec 24, 2023
4 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Promise (in haiku)
The sound of raindrops
and the smell of fir branches…
I was lapped by time.
I am mindful of
many things I hold in faith,
committed to God.
The sound of raindrops
and the smell of fir branches…
I was lapped by time.
I am mindful of
many things I hold in faith,
committed to God.
06:34 AM - Dec 23, 2023
5 Threaded Spouts
After The Fire And Fury
After the Fire and Fury,
after the lies were consumed
there on the hearth in the ashes
just loose teeth, the only thing left…
…those teeth without jawbone to ride on
no power to bite my soft skin
and no way to grit and to grind
and I stare, there is nothing to mind
After the Fire and Fury,
after the lies were consumed
there on the hearth in the ashes
just loose teeth, the only thing left…
…those teeth without jawbone to ride on
no power to bite my soft skin
and no way to grit and to grind
and I stare, there is nothing to mind
07:26 AM - Dec 22, 2023
11 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Loneliness
Unbidden,
moving like mist in mountains
slow and fast and slow and long,
and lingering, white laced in grey,
and crawling, clinging to ramparts
and ridges that stand
strong and stark and still
catch an occasional ray of sun
Unbidden,
moving like mist in mountains
slow and fast and slow and long,
and lingering, white laced in grey,
and crawling, clinging to ramparts
and ridges that stand
strong and stark and still
catch an occasional ray of sun
05:08 AM - Dec 21, 2023
9 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Fulfillment
1
All the world is hushed and still,
waiting under heavy burdens
white and grim and unrelenting,
groaning, crushed and disillusioned,
longing for redemption, peace,
goodwill and aching for release
from darkness, loneliness and death,
1
All the world is hushed and still,
waiting under heavy burdens
white and grim and unrelenting,
groaning, crushed and disillusioned,
longing for redemption, peace,
goodwill and aching for release
from darkness, loneliness and death,
07:26 AM - Dec 20, 2023
4 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: We Wait For God Comes Near
I cannot shake this snowflake-season
and its many unexpected discordant moments
of Christmas preparation somewhere between
red hot errands at the mall
and
the soul felt its golden worth.
I cannot shake this snowflake-season
and its many unexpected discordant moments
of Christmas preparation somewhere between
red hot errands at the mall
and
the soul felt its golden worth.
07:18 AM - Dec 20, 2023
2 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: Seeds of Sorrow
The end of exile and darkness
began at the manger of Jesus,
where seeds of sorrow sprouted
(sorrow Theirs and ours)
in Joyful Birth, and drawing
near to earth from heaven
as angels’ song is hushed
in holy hesitation
as Jesus Christ is born.
The end of exile and darkness
began at the manger of Jesus,
where seeds of sorrow sprouted
(sorrow Theirs and ours)
in Joyful Birth, and drawing
near to earth from heaven
as angels’ song is hushed
in holy hesitation
as Jesus Christ is born.
07:12 AM - Dec 20, 2023
The activity of the Incarnation.
During Advent, we can look at the various “actors” in the Christmas Story to take our cues and understand our path forward, onward, higher/deeper, inward/outward…
https://charissagrace.com/...
During Advent, we can look at the various “actors” in the Christmas Story to take our cues and understand our path forward, onward, higher/deeper, inward/outward…
https://charissagrace.com/...
05:27 AM - Dec 19, 2023
3 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: Holy Wassail Wine
God,
rest Ye…
here in the midst
of the mess & the malls
& the masses of middling
& the muddles of mercy
needed, so badly needed
Let nothing
Masquerade as something
filling hearts so full
(of nothing…nuffin)
that they “feel full”
& still hunger for
bread becum stone
God,
rest Ye…
here in the midst
of the mess & the malls
& the masses of middling
& the muddles of mercy
needed, so badly needed
Let nothing
Masquerade as something
filling hearts so full
(of nothing…nuffin)
that they “feel full”
& still hunger for
bread becum stone
05:21 AM - Dec 19, 2023
