heart, my Heart, this stone, this Stone heart is a poem written~


dear friends, April is national poetry month! –and yes I write poetry! before the sculptures, before the collages, before the life felt very lived, I was writing poems…and because I share myself with so many other mediums, the poetry gets overlooked sometimes. without poetry however my soul would be dry, and I would have nothing to share. this spring i have had more opportunity to reflect more on the great dying than new life yet such as the spring brings. so while it has been a warm winter and early spring, this spring feels late to arrive in my life, in my heart. a perfect time for poetry!

in honor of spring, 2015  with lunar eclipse!




heart, my Heart, this stone, this Stone heart is a poem written~

all springs springing
hard plastic pen finally broke

excited to get the spring out
fascinated by it–for a second–
flash it sprang so fast and so far
pen springs are really springy

for some time there was no one to turn to
every reflection appeared blank
eye wallow shortly confusioned
while the rods reorganized a soft mortis
and light became reimagined
at least there will be flowers soon

taking only one reach across the sky, Star

lived many millions of years for one Supernova moment

coiled light jumper + impact detonation…sSpring eclipsed spring

–istara freedom April 9, 2015





some stories never told     her voice as soft as rain    the smells of things                                   smell of blood and ink    human pain of choice    tattooed hues                                                       constant telling story     to the witness in my head     wear the face                                               current fixation    human or otherwise   rarely told details begging                                                     to be said aloud    right now the face    the witness is you                                             thunder/desire   light of surprise    I have made the effort                                                                    to be wise    now I make    a fort of eyes

istara freedom, 2011




ms Align ment

locked inside a star room
in a Gods body
wrapped in the petals
of Her heart
listening to his breath
If I have a skin
it is stinging
with the brightness
of the light

a winged sea
collects the dew
frothed full moon
waxes through the night
still pearl in infinite array
our take is for the birds
and i am free

bigger walls have fallen
i will move you with a look
that is like the sun
on the lake at noon
what is found true
and has not been shaded
with the scandalism of matter

istara freedom 1-19-2010


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