not my type

You're not my type

when you refuse to do as I ask

which really isn't all that much:

just to follow my orders

on my schedule, my time

is valuable, can't you see?

If it's not done then, when

will it be?

I'm really very easy

to get along with if

you do exactly as I say

but don't expect me to 

be flexible, I hold myself

to high standards and hold

you to the same.

So be a good person

and just do the damn thing

It will only take a minute-

then I can go on living.

Until then I'll be waiting,

watching, as if it is an experiment

and as each minute passes

I like to you less and less

so I guess anyone who fails

to do even the simplest task

is written out of my mind,

and I see no reason to be

kind to people that fall

short, too preoccupied with

 their own lives to live in mine. 




coming to the place where my feet drag

again on the rocky outposts of my country

where the waves slap clammy walls caked

in the gritty muck flung ashore since 

I was born, accumulating brine and debris

that can't be washed away by weathering


this water - all rust and salt - burns my 

eyes searching for where this place starts

to curve back inland, to the comfort of grasses

that silence my step underneath as I trod

along the infinite pastures, some cultivated

some preserved for researching, some unknown


to anybody, this large domain would take

a life to discover, and my worn breath quickens

when I think about the unexplored parts

that stay volatile, wild and secret out of

stubbornness or fear, the reason I am 

 here at this deafening cliff giving way


each time I lay a foot down it crumbles

and I can hear the sea splash and gurgle

as the ragged edges' soft earth erodes-

ah, so does this country- and I wonder if

all this circling around will lead to someone

walking the same ragged path, diminished.



coming to terms with

when people say the have come

to terms with wrongdoings committed

by others or themselves or the world,

things that could have not been 

prevented due to the relentless nature

of existing as a living being,

I think they've figured out the letting

go part but not the moving on

part where thrown up hands

in a gesture of acceptance or bafflement

come down and rearrange the circumstances

so these things we cannot change 

become tools of resistance 

Week Five // Throat Chakra

Week Five - Throat Chakra

Color: Blue

Mantra Sound: Ham

The Throat Chakra is the fifth chakra and it is the first of the higher or spiritual chakras on the "chakra ladder". This chakra is located in the region of neck and shoulders, and throat. The throat chakra is the voice of the body: our communication center. It is a pressure valve that allows the energy from the other chakra to be expressed. Also known as the center of purification, this is where energy becomes transformed into our manifestations in the physical world. It’s Sanskrit name, Vishuddha, means “especially pure” in english. 

If your throat chakra is over-active you more than likely be over-opinionated, perhaps very critical of others and how they are performing in life. When under-active, you will be unable to express yourself and will often be misinterpreted or misunderstood by others by intentionally or unintentionally sending mixed messages. The thyroid, parathyroid, vocal cord, esophagus, mouth, teeth, neck, trachea, cervical vertebrae of the spine, shoulders, and arms are associated with the health of this chakra. 

Affirmations: “ I speak freely and with confidence”  “It is safe for me to express my feelings and to create the life I desire” “Everything I do is an expression of love”  “I Communicate purely and lovingly to all beings everywhere”. 

Asana Practice

-Start with a vibrating chant, like “mmmmm”  or an Om to connect to the throat chakra. Feel the vibration all around the tongue, lips, cheeks, jaw, ears, and throat. Imagine this sound vibrating loose any tension in the throat neck and jaw region

-Sukhasana bringing forward chest, then allowing back to round with hands on knees. 

-Roll forward to Table, Cat/Cow

-Surya Namaskar with Astang Pranam (caterpillar) x3

-Triangle to Pasarida Padottanasana to other Side Triangle

-Warrior three kick back to high lunge, to coming forward holding knee, switch sides. 

-Malasana (Garland Pose)

-Sit down to lay down, Shoulderstand

-Halasana (Plow) 

-Fish Pose

-Supine twist of choice 

-Apanasana (hug legs in)


I Already Know

I was born in the early morning 

before the streets became streets

before bird heads peeped out of nests

before my hemisphere blinked away

the sleep from it's great blue eyes


My mother said I didn't sleep

much preferring to spend time looking

at what I can only assume was a whirl of 

space and time, smiling at the shape of her face

like a continuous introduction to happiness 


These types of learned memories 

slowly become my own and are mortar to fill

the new and old cracks of my foundation

with things only she knows about me

attempting to find the root of why


I wake up dreaming borrowed dreams

to be examined from a distance 

in my twenty-six years of existence 

I would hardly know enough about these

things that my mind conceives in sleep


Will there ever be a time where I walk

hand-in-hand with myself at night?

The silent visions we seek to understand

have never sat comfortably in my lap

and to this day I dream myself awake