If life is good, don’t just sit there — dance!
If life’s not so good — dance even more.
body
Junk food curse
Why throw trash into the treasure-house of your body?
Reflecting in the night
My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.
Emotion sickness
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.
Healing stronger
Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we’ve been through.
Saving y’all some time
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
Water cycle
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one’s pain
leaving the heart
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Fresh & green
Our bodies run on the fresh green fuel of the land.
Memorials
Scars are lessons, or victories, memorialized in flesh.
Scraps
A scar is a memory from the scrapbook your body is keeping about you.
Entranced
autumn leaves rustle
the tension out of me
on pleasant breezy days
sunlit gentle tree, i am
a ragdoll under your sway
In pieces
The emotions are part of the wound.
Forty-two-tick-tock
the body is a clock —
bones tick and tock
years gather in flesh
an alarm set for death