Repost: Big Talking Rocks
This poem appears in the spring ‘08 issue of Loch Raven Review:
Big Talking Rocks
I’m moving the muscles to breathe in
cold water. They feel like bone in the effort.
We had the same brand of toothpaste
on the night we didn’t speak of the
dimming between us.
Snow that doesn’t stay.
You would kiss me poetically
then pull a story out of me like a
magician’s scarf, red then yellow
through my throat.
I undressed to expose skin
printed with stories I should have
withheld, psychic tattoos with ink so
shiny you were afraid to
touch and be branded.
I’m moving the muscles to speak of
big talking rocks, monoliths like
grandmother trees, who have
stories in whispered radio waves
because they stayed.
They speak in hugging colors and
purring hum smiles because they
watched while mammoths, raccoons,
wrens and Americans
skittered in circles that never avoided
their fate. Their muscles made them do it
while big talking rocks wrote the
mythology of staying long enough
for restlessness to have its season.
I brought the brand of toothpaste
you use. I have enough for the season of
snow that sticks.
© Wren Tuatha
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The Presence of a Witch
Thanks to John Buck for having this thought in the presence of this witch. —WT
The presence of a witch
foretells
creativity.
They will wall her off,
hostility and stale habit,
pomp and pealing and protests firing
both ways.
The discomfort that calls
wagons to circle,
elephants to circle,
opens the sky to
eureka.
And the ground under
circled wagons shudders and
stuck places heave and
detach, stone into sand.
The [...]
Taking the Bait: When Your Worst Case Scenario Comes True
You know those conversation starters were one person says, “You’ll never guess…” or, “You won’t believe this…” and the other person picks their farthest out, worst case scenario or guess, just to eliminate that, as a joke, and move on to the real thing?
Have you ever had your worst case scenario be the thing?
As a [...]
Repost…You…Are Not…My Priority…
Tiva’s sweet nothings…
I’m not that into you. I feel like you have expectations. You’re grabby. You look at me all doe-eyed. You’re making plans for the future. I’m not that into you. You’re just so passionate. You’re mildly interesting. You want us to have a life together. You want to see me. I’m not that into [...]
Lobster-Eating Bogeyman
Loud crackle.
Lobster appendages
sacrificed for the spectacle
of pink on liquid butter.
A snap, like fingers hailing a cab
in your night on the town.
I would be the lobster.
I require brutality and a napkin.
Midnight and Indigo butterfly
looping in tangents
after loosing one of four wings,
a plane coming in on three engines,
troubling the tower.
Wagonwheel
embedded in the flower garden,
spokes in rot
where Good [...]
Community as a Vehicle for Healing: Let the Patient Drive
I woke up in the Heathcote Mill Conference Center, lying on a couch in a ring of couches, a beach sized towel over me. Sunshine and cool, post-rain air came in windows on three sides.
I was staring at the blackboard, with the previous night’s business meeting agenda on it, and a easel with a large [...]
Steppin’ Out and Bringin’ Home the Music: Lea Jones, Carole King, James Taylor, The Beatles and Me!
Something was missing. I felt a restlessness in The Force. I had heaps of work to do but no zen to go with it. So when I saw Lea Jones‘ post on Facebook advertising his performance at One World Coffee House in Columbia, it clicked: Life in a rural Intentional Community can be ironically isolating. [...]
Thistle and Brilliant
Sweet Thistle, purple and
green. It looks almost
furry in the
brilliant
rising light. It
makes you want to
take it in hand,
despite all you know.
Muppets are such liars.
–Wren Tuatha
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Bigger than Birdseed
Bigger than Birdseed
A day, a measured unit. A twirl of the world.
It had its bells and whistles, its come/go/ebb/flow.
I threw Friday words at
you like birdseed…in my ATM way…
and moved through you, running the bases of my
lists, hours before the violence that
silenced your orbit.
I saw your body.
It didn’t care anymore
about the goodbye
I would have wanted.
It didn’t [...]
Bambi of Skyline Drive
Too-cute place holder! “Shot” this one on Skyline Drive in Virginia. Hippie Chick Diaries will be on break while I attend ZEGG Forum training at Ganas Community.
—WT
