Friday, March 15, 2019


buried in the body memory
every note resounds at random times
            just one note perhaps
an entire Era
melts away and another time
            another place
shimmers into being
            transmogrifies the world

fifty years evaporate
a brittle edge breaks off
breaks open
soft liquid pours out viscous
from some sweet
            some barely identifiable wound

all along you think you’re Alive
every time you plant your foot upon the earth
you think it Means something
we look into each other’s faces
            and imagine
a moment in time that will Last
that emotion
that Love that Anger that Horror or Sadness
            that Excitement has meaning
that the World will be changed

energetic force touches changes Reality
what Is Reality?
can you touch it
            can you pick it up
                       manipulate its shape or scent
can you bury it where no one will ever see?

sometimes it only takes one
to break through the fear
the shame
of looking unlike the others
                        of stepping Forward
but just one rebel
a single moment
One Dancing Light
caring only for the music
is pulled into the matrix generating the soul
            of this night
or the last hundred years
or any time at all
in a surprising and magical way
the Walls come down

sometimes it only takes one

© 2019 pamela twining

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Alien Lullaby

there is violence in the solitary crib
a dark ache of anomie
bleeding is feeling
                pain equals pleasure
the tyranny of words that shape the consciousness
from the first moment of its winking on
                sliding in
                                opening up
round syllables resonating
bounding reverberating
inside the unformed mind

with what music, what songs do we fill
the alien unfoldings of a million billion infant futures
as they lie helpless in our arms
drinking in our emotions and prejudices
with the reverb of milk
their fernlike cheeks unfurling
against our breathing humming vibrating breasts

just noise to the unschooled ear
the definitions coming later
the syllables take on meaning
and the tones we’ve come to know as the rhythms of days
our actions based in primal memory
grow from feelings of love or abandonment
                anger, meanness
                                comfort or blessing
associated with those ethereal sounds
a heritage of the pre-lingual
the music of our words
in the land of First Contact

© 2019 pamela twining

Thursday, January 31, 2019


Takla Makan*


the sands of a desert planet drift higher and higher
a once 30-foot wall now short spikes
one could step over them if there were anyone
there are no people left
to bother about such things
as legal or illegal traversing of the wall
the border
there Are no borders
there is nothing to wall off
the drifts of sands
the dust storms  

no water has fallen from the sky
or bubbled up from the earth in centuries
and so the sand
the dust
blows endless over the featureless desert dunes
ever-changing with the will of the wind
no home for any being needing water

the cities drowned so long ago
that only mountain-dwellers remained
on newly shorefront properties for a time
but no bees
no butterflies pollinate their crops
no sweet long grasses feed the ungulates
no grass-eaters feed the carnivores
no plants no animals feed the people

would they possibly descend to eating each other?
or would they lie down in honor
lay down both swords And ploughshares
and join the ancestors in the Stars?

the deaths of all the species happened
so quickly
there was no time to learn new ways
if the people had any will to do so
which in their arrogance
unrelieved by the stench of the dead
and dying all around them  
they denied
it can’t - it won’t - happen to Me!

prayers and cries to deities went unanswered
as the gods and goddesses turned away
“We Gave you all you needed to make good choices
but you were blinded
by the gleam of gold & jewels
all that you called riches
all that you envied and placed above the Mother  
the Home
the Womb
the Cradle

you avoided the lessons of nature
the very nature you were given dominion over
but you disdained it
treated it as if it was limitless
            it Might have been
had you been conscious stewards
but you depleted it in wanton lust and greed
like unschooled infants demanding
More! More! More!”
considering only singular wishes
ignoring the plight of nations
the breath of Creator made flesh
the dark wet fertile body of earth
she was fenced and broken and raped and torn  
the richness ripped from her womb
and Burned
and Burned

a wise mother told you to use the Energy of Father Sun
or the waters filling her body cavities
or the pulsing goddess breath
the wind
all ever-renewed
instead of minerals limited by time and space
the black blood
the body gasses
the blackened stones crushed over millennia
there Are No More and it’s too late now  
to turn to the Source and ask to be made whole

thus the spikes atop the useless wall
are the only visible signs
remnants of the folly of humankind
who stole the lives of all beings in their childish grasping
I Want I Want I Want
It’s Yours!
for all the good it will do
even as the Last human being on earth
there will be no more after you
and all the art and poetry and music
will be buried in those blowing sands
for all time

Eventually, the Stars will go out.

© 2019 pamela twining

*takla makan ~ you can go in but you can never come out; 
the Point of No Return