Emerged from the underworld
I am different

I once touched the mythologies of centuries
I now know nothing

What was extraordinary
Is now ordinary

Red earth under my finger nails
The sky tingles in my bones

I sleep without memory
I await dreams

The Journey Home

CHRISTMAS, 2008

I stand before the sea
Where fish, pregnant with eggs,
Spawn a new epoch.

My breast presses on the ground of kings
Bringing
Strength to my knees

I stand upon the mesa,
Body sweating the salt of queens
I am ready

My memories spring
From desert stones
Singing

The Poet Speaks

CHRISTMAS EVE, 2008

Turtle Back Mountain

TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NM

All I want for Christmas

Is my muse