We, the illiterate
Troubadours of movement face, left unfinished: Where tongue? Where teeth lined cavity? Where lips? The flesh ‘neath phocine nostrils stripped of the machinery of speech and besos– in some corporeal...
View ArticleA Song of Zeuf
You are a song on the water, a soft breath lifting sea birds and surfers’ hair, carrying droplets of an endless sea into the air; Zeuf, you are ocean spray and I don’t mind telling you that my heart is...
View ArticleWhen Surfing Opened It’s Heart…
…to gay surfers. Love what has harmed, transform the darkness, learn to ride what seeks to conform and distort. Not victims of any past, but scholars of influence for the bravery of those future tense....
View ArticleOf oceans, labyrinths, and poems
Any fool can get into an ocean But it takes a Goddess To get out of one. What’s true of oceans is true, of course, Of labyrinths and poems. When you start swimming Through riptide of rhythms and the...
View ArticleShe Wakes the Waters
BY KAREN VOLKMAN She goes, she is, she wakes the waters primed in their wave-form, a flux of urge struck into oneness, the solid surge seeking completion, and strikes and shatters and is its fragments,...
View ArticleLet the Letting
Grapple with your contradictions, Let them burn away the chaff; Let fall away the useless stuff Of sleepwalking and extremes. Let burn your chest Let beat the drum Let the kiln increase Let the craving...
View Article“the origin of floating”
the origin of floating by Lee Kava In order to find solid ground in a genealogy of movement I sometimes imagine that instead of sky or land or ocean one of my ancestors is the first body of movement...
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