A blast from the past

As I was sketching out my ideas for the upcoming HOMES exhibit with Cactus Gallery, I found myself scribbling down the words "Fly.  Oh fly.  Oh, fly me away home."  It took me a few moments to realize that it was a line from one of my old spoken word performances.  I'd forgotten about this one; took me a while to dig it up, but it seemed an appropriate share for World Poetry Day (March 21st).  Here it is, 'discovery' --a blast from the past, and an inspiration for my new work, soon to be shown with Cactus Gallery.  Stay tuned!

I
find
myself --not
blind,
this self--
about
to
turn
a corner
turning; bridges
burning, this bird’s
yearning for her
freedom;
chains, don’t
need ‘em;
doubts, won’t
heed ‘em; fly, oh
fly, oh
fly! me

away

home;
home,
home and then
some!

some ..?
some;
come get you
some of that
orgasmic
seismic
cosmic

logic!
she
whispers,
whispers seductively
from that far back, corner table
in the dive bar of your mind;

“find
yourself here.”

“find
yourself now.”

-jenraven, 'discovery' 2008