Blythely Dancing

 #304 Right now, be fulfilled, content, grateful, abundant, thankful and complete #305 Two hundred morning pages, three hundred yoga sessions, more grateful #306 Slivery moon hangs birds atwitter at twilight greet the breaking dawn #307 Winter fairy, blown on frosty winds, buffeted snow twinkling crystal #308 Inspired by Jolynne Anderson Daily joyful moves discover your own music true self empowered                                    Jolynne Anderson screen shot from our interview, Podcast 071   #309 Out dancing with queers delighted by company sexiest people #310 White dry erase board blank slate of the possible tabula rasa

 #241 You're never too old or "out-of-shape" to begin (or return) learning how to dance! #242 Correspondences between the heavens and earth magic alchemy #243 Autumn's early signs sorbet leaf, orange berry eager to flame out #244 Eyes pools of wonder brimming with fantastic dreams visions possible #245 Bananeweizen Mett Broetchen, Sauerbraten und ein schoenes Koelsch #246 Chanterelle season tasty mushrooms in cream sauce signaling harvest #247 Yum, androgyny attractive nonbinary queerness makes me hot

 #234 Don't simply consume and occupy--create, love, relate, generate #235 Cinderella be courageous and kind always winning the kingdom #236 Internet is down building at a near standstill connection thirsty #237 Each in their own world whirling with silk scarves full of imagination #238 Playing John Coltrane, "Favorite Things," riffing on all the best in life #239 Gays are on parade booties shake, rainbow flags wave all shades represent #240 A real festival! Full of dancing, singing folk all celebrating! PC: Sarah Zoozmann

Just over a week in and I have established, as I expected, that though my posts are short, few if any people read their content (but y’all like my pictures, thanks!) I’m fine with this, as the poetry feeds me with or without an audience, and I can feel brave in putting it out there, any genre or any state of editing, propriety, or sharability, safe in the unlikelihood of criticism. So here’s some slightly more risque poetic content for you if you are paying attention. If you’re here and you don’t like more salacious content, then re-join me tomorrow ;) The first selection is already my second from Marge Piercy this month. I know, I need to get more different authors in! I’ll probably continue into May at this rate, I have so many “favorite” poems and authors that I want to share :) “A new constellation” especially resonated for me when I was living in Portland, and revelling in all the beautiful ways to be in relationship with other human beings and the amazing web of co...

I was introduced to Michelle Tea in college and I liked her gritty, modern, real-world approach. Until then, most of the poetry I read was specifically for children or very traditional. Beautiful, insightful, but a bit fanciful. Here was a fresh voice, using language to describe city life and coming of age and stark reality. Happy By Michelle Tea I love this city Too many girls smile at me when I walk Down the street and there goes a jogger Wearing nothing but skimpy shorts 2 nipple rings And a smile and what about the one In the castro who only ever wears a g-string, All that skin and never any bruises, It’s as if people just leave him alone, Let him live his life with his ass hanging out. I love this city Everything you need you can buy on the sidewalk In the mission, that is, until the cops started coming By and handing out fines and if these guys could afford to pay a fine they probably wouldn’t be trying to sell you a  Set of cookware for...