I did this writing back in June of 2013. I’d probably speak to some things differently at this point but I appreciate some of the still very relevant messaging and questioning. And I’d like the words and creation to have somewhere to live, breathe, and be shared so I am posting here now. Please be mindful of the fact that this writing discusses sexual traumas enacted on the earth and one another. It also has uplifting elements around growth. Take care of yourself by going for a walk, meditating, connecting with a friend, or doing anything else supportive should you struggle upon reading.
6/16/2013
I cock a pen
Penetrating her deep, deep soil hews
Earth serves echoes of Mother dialect
And output my English does best
Her wind caresses me
Her rains cleanse me
And her greens enter me
I am she, and so write her down, I do
Ejaculating her essence in ink
As fucker and fuckee
Because her statement
Is that she is experience
She is womb experience
WE are womb experience
And she will continue to push forth cosmos
While intrusive bombs drop from Her skies
Onto shocked once-happy-heartbeats
And demand drills into her lubricants
The veins of femininity run deep
Within me
I piss outside giving Mother me
Wash my face in freezing flowing rivers
Let massive pine trees captivate endlessly
Sit still in the silence of her
Talk loudly about my cock, cunt, sex, and feelings
Feelings, yes I have those
I protect others and myself by naming them
Yes
Open opportunity for us to authentically exist
With whatever is going on inside
Whatever I see(,) you see
I heal by her herbs
And respect diversity of beings
I love
I share my heart
I listen to cat meows and birdcalls
Interpreting
And living
Beyond media’s ideas
I pump and pulse to organic feminine
Because I remember raw in dying
The rape of her ends in death
Her dirt is dead matter breeding
No spirit judgment to transformation
Because in a karmic contract
Growth
Umbilical chords at the base of trees intake nutrients
Without translating
Trunks into rules of paper gain
Via cut this and print that
But rather open to all
Grounded in endless connection
Receptive
To feeding destruction and creative construction
And the unidentifiable
End of a life
Or start of a killing
And not solely the physical
She knows of rape
Like every other Mother
My Mom, your Ma, theirs
Humans as a whole know
Same as modern consumption
That no-return-after-take place
Depths forced into
Darkness ridden
Power pleasured
Sperm indigested
Lows, depressions, valleys
Mapped and mimicked
In the galaxy of her vaginal caves
And aching, aching veins
That bleed fish unmoving
She also knows the linear can’t take the infinite
Because from the darkest soil
With the biggest spoil
The most nourishment
Healthy flowers and leafy pillars
Suppression maintained is unattainable
Shrooms as an example, develop in the negative
Images in–sight from no light
Cultivating Vitamin D
Even without worthy Su(o)n
Give back, she still does
As I note the miracle of her treatment-acceptance
Still I need say
She is a daily-martyr for communication
Because every fourth minute lack of consent
And mutilation constant
Care of is for everyone
Intention attention
Because karma comes back in lessons
Accountability in respect
And love, in what our actions have dubbed
Absurd-love
A kind that desires beyond a fuck
A kind that deserves beyond a buck
A kind that breeds life from life
Stokes fire from minds of makers
And breathe
Instead of heads under the impression
“Not enough”
At depths below the skin
Growth pushes from space-black to white bone and back
WE are the soil that produces us
Plus our kin
Mattter(s) made of transmissions
From restrained to free
Over and over again
And from the other direction
Free to restrained
Plus the grey framing
Which has no aiming
Ant in size, yet Goddess in gaming
Begging for different to see
For, you are Mother
From the trash bag you birth
To the way you paint me
Literally and figuratively
Finding embraced nudity
In transparency
Question the Earth womb
You are the womb
Who of the womb are you?
How do you speak about her?
How do you love?
How?
Why?
