17 sept 2011    >    21/12/3    >     Universe/hanged one/empress


How do you feel affected by Earth, Fire, Air and Water?

What’s not working that needs you to give it a new perspective?

What is missing that you need to fulfill your creative life?


Gamornin’  East Lansing.  Old friends flood the psyche with youth’s wanton history. We celebrate each other with out stories of remembrance and a little too much wine and tequila.  There is no doubt that us girls look way better than most of the boys. Sorry guys.  I think it’s our skin care programs.  HAAAAA…

Poems this a.m. are my scrambled morning brain giving to some wandering…


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I remember when 

we became blood sisters

jabbing the needle in our finger

blood drops of teenage passion

fused to our forever kinship


I remember when

we buried our time capsule

dug the dirt hole in the alley

laid our treasures of the heart

for some future incomprehensible


I remember when

teenage love hurt the heart

sobbing the impossible pain

in writhing words of anguish

to ear’s of your best friend



I remember so much

I remember nothing

I remember it all

I remember when


I give my self to the remembering

for history’s rock n’ roll

the tender violent hold

of teenagers that grew old

with all their memories untold

pouring it out between sips of booze


I remember so much

I remember it all

I remember nothing

I remember when..












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16 sept 2011   > 20/11/2  >   judgement/lust/priestess


What do you offer at the table of life?

What does ‘standing between the worlds’ mean to you positively?

HOw do you ‘priest/priestess your communion with others?


TGIF… for me, everyday has TGI in front of it.  Heck… every darn moment.  I’m breathin’ .  


Decades pass with a blast

friends of long ago find the flow

in RE-union.


Union was giving in our livin’

teenage angst was dank and always giving

we didn’t care we played and drank

told our secrets to best friends with thanks


The lair of high school was our pool

we dove and swam holding hands after school

finding friends gave us identities 

betrayals created jealous enemies


Decades pass with a blast

friends of long ago find the flow

in Re-Union.


Union held our hopes so we could cope

with pom poms, big hoorays, stupid jokes

drivin’ round in Daddy’s car

never going very far


‘Kickin’ tires at Macdonalds, 

giving and taking backseat fondles

Senior proms and all the circumstances

Whirlin’ twirllin’ taking chances


Decades pass with a blast

friends of long ago find the flow

in Re-Union.


The lair of high school had it’s rules

Cliques gave ways to rejection’s tools

hearts were broken everyday 

HIgh school’s hall showed griefs display


Friends were broken friends were made

Friends came and laid their blade

To your heart with a little slice

With regret you threw the dice


Decades pass with a blast

friends of long ago find the flow

in Re-Union.


NOw the Unions of long ago

are ready for a history show

We meet again as long lost friends

set aside teenage angst and pride


I look to you with no regret

Embrace the memories that years forget

That we will hold these decades past

As the play ground to find life’s best


Decades pass with a blast

friends of long ago find the flow

in Re-Union.


See you soon my old high school friends

I promise to make my entrance bend

your heads in memory of our days gone by

we’ll dance and joke tell some high school lies.











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14  sept  2011    >   18/9    >  Moon/hermit


What ‘keeps you up at night’ that you have trouble completing?

What gives you the feeling of enchantment?

How do you shine the light on your shadows?


Yeeeeooown… Feels early.  The dark mornings keep me tired, lazy.  The cat knows what time to mmeeeeow for food and annoy the livin’ bejesus outta me.  So, it is with sleepy eyes that I sit here pondering what bit of life to pour out onto these pages.  Reach for the caffeine, sippy the coffee, yeeeeoooowwn.  My dear friend Kris is on her way here from Kansas to visit and go to our high-school reunion this weekend.  Yep… coupla old broads gonna put on the pretty and show ourselves off to our geezer classmates.  Lots of stories will be told this weekend.


Like who wants this girl?  hahahahaah 



Teenage angst rolls 

across the gym dance floor

Eyes meet yearning, 

blink away shy

Hunger rumbles into want

pushes desire between your legs


New is this cellular hunger

that swoons the enchantment

of hormones flushed to all

your surfaces, 

pounds heat

to your moist parts 


Full with want, heart racing

music pounding in the sex

that rushes up the path 

on the gym floor

 that races up your

quivering legs


You didn’t know 

you had that need

You didn’t know

the all of you that

was desperate for

the press of a dance

from that boy

from that girl

you want

to want you.


The dance begins








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