- Thirty seven, Thirty eight
A year
behind me now
and a new year ahead,
embrace a new cycle of my
sun sign.
- Meal or No Meal
Big bowl,
greens, oranges,
a drizzle of amber,
lemon, spices, and crunchy seeds,
sublime.
- Ink
Thinking
a new tattoo
that would surely fix me,
knives and butterflies in jet black
calling.
- Sleepless
Healthy
diet and all,
California king walks,
none strong enough to settle
me down.
- Purple
You and I on
this island. We are part
of the rocks on
the beach and the gulls in
flight. The moon is
just a sliver of want
in the purple
sky. I see its light in
the corner of
your eye. It winks at me
as your lashes
flutter. We kiss goodbye
and seal the
night’s descent between us.
- Jofiel
Even
Angels have swords
and command of fire
when they break down the door to say,
its you.
Notes
May is my birthday month, hence the sun sign numerical reflection on age.
I have been reading some books on raw food diets which gave me inspiration to write abnout the fresh food I have been making at home.
Tattoos and insomnia were on my mind as I learn to live with limits and uncertainty.
Notice one of these poems is not like the other. I was staying over at my partner’s when I wrote poem #4 and had an overwhelming urge to draw. My drawings often go to a sapphic fantasy island. This poem fell out of a marker that I was testing out, and was later refined as I typed it into my writing app.
Jofiel is an angel’s name I adore. I think often of what the angels are up to these days in dizzying times. Who are they amplifying? Who are they giving the swords of God?