hipsync blog

she’s striving to be a sacred text
but remains the nursery rhyme
falling off the wall
coming tumbling after
her back is a trappstegsforsen—a staircase of ordeals, sensitive to the touch

she is sitting on a bonfire
and the wives and mothers dance around its base
their hands joined in feminine rite of passage
the flames of traditional expectation lick around her
her words come out scorched, melting her resolve

she is in headstand on the top of the mountain
built on deep layers of watching, listening, teaching, learning, crafting, distilling
it is always a precarious balance
an ongoing aspiration, an individual pursuit
the wind whistles commiserations around her
and in the distance a mob of women carry their families uphill

Reindeer bride ghost

the shaman called her up

she’s eating the forest

and regurgitating the people

Yoko Ono and mountain man’s love child

Arrival in a strange homeunsure of her footing

a nest, a womb, an island

maddening lost moments, regrets, grieving

back to business

sweeping a dirt floor

finding her true path

time for coffee

listening to her ancestors

there was a tsunami

bones became sand

reborn in the wrong skin

a petulant predicament

time to end the discussion and listen

His look crumbles her

Her need rebuilds her

Some high ideal calms her

The axis of the earth revolves her

Her cliff-face avalanches

she arrives

Points of impact, fault lines, hanged,

preparing the dead, instinct, animal vs.human, war paint/groomed for battle,

desire, hunger, shame, disintegration, feeding on the fallen

eaten alive

Resurrection—leaving the tomb

a staircase

letting go of the body, the carcass

Grandmother’s story

led to the sound of water moving

stirring the landscape

tapping out a signal

becoming rock, hillside, landscape

moon passing behind clouds.

this land is virile—

a thick green chorus rises around surprising crisp bellies of water

that reflect the skies like satisfied lovers