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
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
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
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
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
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
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
4 Threaded Spouts
Taking Apart A Ship
Time is like a ship of planks
constructed to cross an ocean
from shore to shore across
those waves so furiously
expansive and endlessly
arriving
away
from us
Telling time is like taking apart
a ship
Time is like a ship of planks
constructed to cross an ocean
from shore to shore across
those waves so furiously
expansive and endlessly
arriving
away
from us
Telling time is like taking apart
a ship
07:06 AM - Dec 18, 2023
2 Threaded Spouts
If Winter Really Comes
whatever
hour or
minute
this is
how it feels
to inhabit time
swift
creakly
slick
deeply
intimate
infusing
every slippery word
or graceful gesture
light and darkness
make their sound
and give birth to time
and time and time
whatever
hour or
minute
this is
how it feels
to inhabit time
swift
creakly
slick
deeply
intimate
infusing
every slippery word
or graceful gesture
light and darkness
make their sound
and give birth to time
and time and time
06:32 AM - Dec 18, 2023
2 Threaded Spouts
A Sylvan Sound So Sleek
Sit quietly
Close your eyes
Like one who wakes
from a long sleep
a com(m)a
Listen to the
trickle of time it’s
a sylvan sound so sleek
and flowing around you over
you and below you, above
you and in you and
in you and in
you in time
Sit quietly
Close your eyes
Like one who wakes
from a long sleep
a com(m)a
Listen to the
trickle of time it’s
a sylvan sound so sleek
and flowing around you over
you and below you, above
you and in you and
in you and in
you in time
06:29 AM - Dec 18, 2023
3 Threaded Spouts
Hiding With Grace
a quiet roaring
carries me
into the
arms
of
deep
forest
mystery
a
silent
snarl at
everything
that injures,
that horror harms
rises up thru jade velvet
moss dark and pungent and drawing
me down
a quiet roaring
carries me
into the
arms
of
deep
forest
mystery
a
silent
snarl at
everything
that injures,
that horror harms
rises up thru jade velvet
moss dark and pungent and drawing
me down
09:12 AM - Dec 16, 2023
3 Threaded Spouts
Her Own Vampire
She was divided, rent
and torn to pieces
clinging to night
in the brunt
of day
she swirled
and melted down
outside
lying in coffins,
in caskets
(her heart her soul)
so black, beneath the dirt
so red inside desire
so bright and filled
with longing
She was divided, rent
and torn to pieces
clinging to night
in the brunt
of day
she swirled
and melted down
outside
lying in coffins,
in caskets
(her heart her soul)
so black, beneath the dirt
so red inside desire
so bright and filled
with longing
09:06 AM - Dec 16, 2023
9 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Emptiness
I remember
last Christmas,
lingering in my mind
midst memory’s fogs
and memories
…just grey mists now,
swirling and coiling
back on themselves,
roiling forward
from the past
and boiling over
into this morning,
I remember
last Christmas,
lingering in my mind
midst memory’s fogs
and memories
…just grey mists now,
swirling and coiling
back on themselves,
roiling forward
from the past
and boiling over
into this morning,
04:20 AM - Dec 14, 2023
In Your Wonder
Here I am
caught up in your wonder
and wondering how
it is that you have
written it all
over me and
around me.
I am here
inscribed by
your eyes, your lips
your hands have
writ large in wonder
upon my soul
Here I am
caught up in your wonder
and wondering how
it is that you have
written it all
over me and
around me.
I am here
inscribed by
your eyes, your lips
your hands have
writ large in wonder
upon my soul
04:09 AM - Dec 14, 2023
8 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Expectancy
I’m homesick for a Blue Place
that might not be real…
but I know it is.
It has to be!
I’m homesick for a Blue Place
that might not be real…
but I know it is.
It has to be!
05:00 AM - Dec 13, 2023
7 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Hope
I set off on this journey full of hope.
And wrapped in splendours of belonging here…
or there…it doesn’t really matter there or here
which far exceeds being nothing nowhere
I set off on this journey full of hope.
And wrapped in splendours of belonging here…
or there…it doesn’t really matter there or here
which far exceeds being nothing nowhere
11:14 AM - Dec 12, 2023
3 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: Who Can Say?
So long ago and far away
e’en though the miles are under one
and echo still in wonderment
we trimmed a tree with love and grace
and feasted on such shining face
that echoed 4 in that bright place…
and in my heart I live there still
and see the shine and smell the green
So long ago and far away
e’en though the miles are under one
and echo still in wonderment
we trimmed a tree with love and grace
and feasted on such shining face
that echoed 4 in that bright place…
and in my heart I live there still
and see the shine and smell the green
07:34 AM - Dec 11, 2023
10 Threaded Spouts
Advent Poem: The Season of Enough
It’s the season to journey
to places we know so well
but haven’t been to…
…and now it is time
in this never enough world
to declare the season has come:
it’s the season of enough!
ENOUGH!
It’s the season to journey
to places we know so well
but haven’t been to…
…and now it is time
in this never enough world
to declare the season has come:
it’s the season of enough!
ENOUGH!
08:42 AM - Dec 10, 2023
Come Sit With Me
Come sit with me, still
in the cold and winter wonder
of the singing silence and
radiant velvet dark night.
The moon hovers,
a hen nestling down
on us, chicklings,
and our sentinels
stand watch,
stand guard for
our place.
Come sit with me,
my love,
my love
Come sit with me, still
in the cold and winter wonder
of the singing silence and
radiant velvet dark night.
The moon hovers,
a hen nestling down
on us, chicklings,
and our sentinels
stand watch,
stand guard for
our place.
Come sit with me,
my love,
my love
06:02 AM - Dec 07, 2023
