Perfect Landing

I step lightly between the landing of the animus

The muse that comes lifting honey from the hives

Pollinating words penetrating through veils

Boundaries permeable by light

Still feeling the sinew and bones of intention

Smiling around dark corners

Unabashed!

 



Painting and journal entry © Jana White

Instagram @ Jana_H_White

osmosis

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thought hovers

is this thought mine?

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I watch the few words

just there

I look askance to see if they move

do they move of their own volition?

no

they hover

simultaneously

we’re moving through walls

what does this mean?

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I once could hear through walls

I’d lost my skin

rendered immobile

I heard nuclear indifference

red lights green lights

flying metal and a dying jesus

I wet myself

although the bed stayed dry

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I looked for what was left

at the time

I was empty

much later I understood

this was the right place to start

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it takes awhile

starting from nothing

to un-know everything

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we hover

not knowing

we move through walls

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    Acrylic on paper….j. h. white

The Scent of Me

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Dark, my scent the smoke of wood fungus

Hidden, my intimate flesh the sugared amber sap of trees

Returning, my under arms the rotting nurture of fallen leaves

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The fertile air tentacles

leaving traces

of spores and maple and mold.

Some leave quickly and some take hold.

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Poem and painting … j.h.white.