spring '24 - poetry oracle ~

hello friends. it’s been a few months. and i have no way to conjure up language to begin sharing with you how the currents of spring on this side of the planet, have impacted me. so - i’ll share this piece that i thought was going to be a poem for the month of march - and march came and went. so - i held off and thought i would publish it in april, and the poem wanted me to continue adding to it. then, may came and challenged me in a way that i thought was enough to make me put this poetry project to the side, permanently. then, june came. and today is june 11th as i write this and i received the nudge that it was time to re-record this and publish it as a dedication to the last three months of growth, rapturous ambition, ego death and the softest surrender to the way//path i have been carving for myself.

and so, i share this audio of me reading an ode to the archer, the muse, the triumphant spirit, within you. may your flame remained stoked by the flames of life, eternally ~

febuary 2024 poetry oracle ~

hello all,

i present to you this month’s poetry oracle. i’ve been feeling called to record and release these closer to the end of the month. listen and enjoy. as always, i am welcoming all feedback (and of course: talk to me nice).

peace,

Intrepidbodies.

january 2024 poetry oracle ~

we’re so back.

listen to january 2024’s poetry oracle below. and please: don’t hesitate to let me know what you think.

x, Intrepidbodies.

november 2023 poetry oracle ~

dear, heart

The world is on fire. And I’m no stranger, just like you, to global upheaval. One of the many benefits and downsides to being a child of this time-space we’re in currently is that disaster, strife and struggle is something many of us have survived. And will continue to. I don’t say that to be negative, but to perform positivity right now just feels like poor taste.

So instead of creating a poem this month, I dug through the archive of my own memory. Which thus, prompted me to dig through my personal archive of published (and unpublished) poems, and what I found was a piece I wrote in May 2020. This peice titled “dear, heart” is an inner reflection of the state of my inner-world, written at a time where the brushes of collective pain touched my heart, for the first time. It was strange. It was scary. And it inspired me to self-soothe by speaking directly to my heart, and imagining that my heart: could speak back.

Before you listen, I would like to invite you into a similar imaginative state. One where, if you're own heart could speak, what do you think it would say? Who do you think it would call upon and where does it go when hiding isn’t an option?

I hope where and how you ponder these questions leads you to the fertile soil of your own inner universe and is a balm; supporting you both through difficulty and triumph, alike.

Thank you and Enjoy.

astral poesy.

art by Sabin Bălașa.

hi all, i am sharing a series of poems dedicated to my relationship with the astral’s.

this series is purely imaginative, purely generated out of my own inner journeying and daily observations.

my connection to the astral and, to be frank, the cosmos is growing daily. and i hope to represent this budding relationship through my own experiencing.

thank you for tuning in and as always: feel free to share any reflections that may present as you listen along. i would greatly appreciate it.

enjoy ~

october 2023 - poetry oracle ~

Another month finds us in the flurry of living. May this October fill you and may your intervals of emptiness, be filled to the brim, too.

I offer this poetry oracle from the depths of my heart; the privacy of my own desires and my propensity to scry anything that meets the altar of presence. I’ve been in quite a state lately. And I’ll toss out the vagueness that I usually adorn when I write these for an air of precision that is much more akin to my style of expression - the state that I’ve been in .. oh yes, I’ve been exploring the other side of ecstatic bliss and connection which is the mundane: and the bounty that comes with only doing what keeps me afloat has been liberating.

If nothing else, the past few months, speak to a resolve that I have desired to cultivate for what feels like, lifetimes. And to know and sit with the resounding clarity of remembering that I am my own best friend, I offer this poem as a reflection to what happens when one dares to befriend themselves. All parts of themselves. Daily. Hourly. By the minutia of each passing minute. And I hope that when you set the table for yourself, it is filled with a harvest that is wholly recognizable, to you. I wish for all beings brave enough to bare their own depths to witness all they have reaped. And I pray you continue to sift through life’s sediment to continue weaving; to witness your knots and continue to sow.

Enjoy.

september croon ~

I don’t have much to muse on. Words fail where feelings reign, this month, for me. So, instead of the usual word-play: how about a sonic oracle? a bit of a chant/light language? I hope this lands gently outside of your field ~

If anything presents for you as you listen to this transmission, as always, I welcome your thoughts, ideas and presence to muse, back.

a lion's gait - august poetry oracle ~

welcome to August’s Portal/Oracle. I start this audio off with a short reflection on one of my family’s many road-trips. then, I drift into a hymnal/prophecy on what the tail ends of this summer into fall, could be. tap into the audio, enjoy, take notes after, tell me you were stirred or conversely, unmoved.

I? will remain at the brim of my own chalice, I hope you do, too.

PS: If you catch where my words stumble and I almost turned the word “wishes” into “witches” then, I may just turn this homily career over to you.

Just fucking kidding.

memory - june 2023 poetry oracle ~

I say my whole government, and I say it: with my whole chest. This month begs questions: and I? Have answers only from where my two feet land. If home is the question, I hope this audio poem helps you find the inevitable answer.

Enjoy.

murmuring muçhiso ~

murmuring miracles on miracles on

What happens when presence, overflows?

This is what happened, for me.

Here’s a poem inspired by:

The stop-go-no-please-come-back-okay-you-can-go-wait nature of Time. How it flirts with me, and how I sometimes (often) flirt, back. June, as a month, is quite the muse. If you’re looking for me, find me in Her Garden.

Enjoy.

june 2023 poetry oracle ~

rasping in reverse.

What a flurry May was. I mused with June for a while before publishing this: I joked on social media that the oracle of this month had to make her rounds before visiting me; before we got back to work. And honestly? I am glad she took her time with me. I am glad all things that take time are finding their ripest place in a larger harmony.

It’s not lost on me: unless? It is.

And typing that beckons a curious smile from the side of my lips.

I have more to write this month, less to say. More to reflect with, less to actualize. And thus, inspiring a simpler, less cacophonous poem acting as our willing oracle for the month of June.

Play with it. Let it’s flavor linger

Sift it’s meaning or tuck it away

It’s Your Play.

may 2023 - poetry oracle ~

may it be Blessed by the Hür of the One Heart. Enjoy.

transfiguration - april 2023 poetry oracle ~

hey sweet sol’s.

I pray the transition into Spring has begotten pure joy, reflection with ease and the brevity to launch, sweetly.

This month’s oracle was inspired by the tropes of transforming out loud. The hunger for newness and the necessary mulching it takes to create Nu Life.

basket weavers - march 2023 poetry oracle ~

Venus in Lo-Fi - All at once, an audio poem.

Wednesday to Wednesday - Daringly bashful and obscure as fuck.

Sometimes—

The lighting, purposefully and full of hushed sorts of majesty are dimmed

Without the romantic flickering of candlelight

Without much rhyme, without much reason.

The atmosphere drips, coloring the backdrop of my late-night rendezvous with silence and it’s sacredness. How it’s quiet nature flirts with the ticking of the clock and my current agreement with reality and the

Ringing

In

My

Ears

And the burgeoning second self.

The unseen, magnanimous second Self.

Namely, the medicines of Wednesday’s remain daringly bashful and obscure as fuck.

While the waxing crescent glows through the window pane

I saw off the threads of silent curses, alms and aims.

Leaving these old mental landscapes

For an entirely new name.

Mastering a new dance, maybe even

Surrendering to the steps to summon Rain.

The weighing of scales on Wednesday’s remains daringly bashful.

Cool, mercurial and: Sweet -

Trying nature’s luck

Packing heavy and walking light

Forever abstract and obscure a Fuck.

Intimacy: IN-TO-ME-I-See.

Intimacy is defined by the dictionary as simply as closeness. Proximity.

Living in isolation for the last seven months has invited many of us into a place of deep inquiry with our shadows. Most of the time, when we’re distracted and running on the clock of the matrix, we’re on a timeline that leaves little room for personal moments of self-care, let alone intimacy across familiar, platonic and romantic lines.

As I saunter and grant myself the pleasure of slowing down, I slough off the pressure of linear time (in the middle of my Master’s and as a teacher, big fun, will report back later). I feel less and less confined to a collective interpretation of time and more invested in carving out space which fills my time as I so please.

How does this relate to interpersonal intimacy? Even intimacy with self? With more perceived time on our hands, we’re exploring what we do with it. Some are even taking deep inventory of it and restructuring the way they relate to it altogether (the second half is my ministry).

Time appraisals start with where my time is spent the most and I realize my community gets a lot of me. And surprisingly, the pandemic hasn’t changed that fact one bit. In fact, my tribe and I continue to reinvent what community fellowship and spending quality time together looks, as I’m sure most of us are.

Beyond getting creative with the time we have and engaging in shadow work, we also have a chance to get even more intimate with ourselves. Intimacy is a slow burning flame that occurs alongside vulnerability, mutuality and openness.

The four different types of Intimacy are technically defined as:

1. Experiential Intimacy - Bonding over leisurely activities.

2. Emotional Intimacy - Feeling safe to share your feelings with one another (even the more difficult ones)

3. Intellectual Intimacy - When people feel comfortable sharing ideas and opinions, even when they disagree.

4. Sexual Intimacy - When people engage in sensual or sexual activities.

What happens when we turn that lens inward? Last night I was able to chat with my community about how these various forms of intimacy can show up. We also talked about attachment trauma and how sometimes the memories of past experiences can cause us to push away close, safe and nurturing bonds. Truth be told, we’re all at different places in our path of fostering a pallet of Intimacy in our lives, here go a couple of questions that I want to leave you with to think about:

• What are some nonverbal cues that you use to express moments of intimacy?

• What are expectations we have in sharing intimacy with others?

• What some ways you push intimacy away?

• Is intimacy connected to presence? If so, in what ways?

• Can you identify the safe spaces in which you do experience nourishing and empowering intimacy?

These questions can be journal-ed or jotted down for you to inquire about. The process of self-inquiry is one that I engage in regularly so I may foster greater awareness around my own personal mental and emotional blocks. Awareness and inquiry are my shield and sword when it comes to liberating myself from limiting beliefs. When it comes to intimacy, many people assume you’re talking about sensual touch and sexual intercourse. However, the more time I spend exploring other forms of intimacy, what I realize is that humans are wired for rich, deep connection. As a process-relationship species, dropping into vulnerability at appropriate times, sharing quality time, expressing and sifting through ideas with one another is literally good for our health. So while you’re checking off whether or not you’ve had enough Sea Moss and Elderberry, check in with your kin too. Better yet, let them check in with you.

Happy journeying.

Black Sheep [(T)urned] White Dove ft. @ShayRetrograde.

Sometimes I work on poetry, solo

Creating ballads strictly from the well of my experience. But what I sometimes notice is that when work on a poem is that part of what inspires me happens to intersects with other creatives, namely, my friends.

Here is something I co-created with my best, Shavonne Bell and what a wonder it was. During the process of birthing this work, I created a framework where the goal was to narrate the experience of rising from the ashes in your own life.

Part of the ethos of Intrepid Bodies lives in this poem. The resiliency of human nature, the ways in which we expand to fill more of our rightful places when we learn all that we can from hardship, and eventually the sweet sweet soundlessness of crystalized wisdom, humming through your bones.

I hope you enjoy this work half as much as we enjoyed making it for you.

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Dear Heart - a Freewrite.

Yesterday afternoon, I had the lovely privilege to join in on an online poetry writing class. The course was an introductory on creating poems of Divine Love which is the subject matter I find the most interesting.

When I studied English Lit in undergrad, I found myself endlessly fascinated by poetic musings where the subject would revere a lover that was never physically close enough to pour the love into. At first glance this type of writing threw me for a loop. My question was always so practical: How are you in Love with something or someone you can’t see?

It wasn’t until I deconstructed this type of work more regularly that I found a more metacognitive flip of the wrist at play in this poetry. It’s not that authors were curating pockets of glorifying unrequited love, but were overwhelmed by the thought of this Divine mirror.
This type of poetry came to life. All of a sudden, the invisible lover was replaced with the outpouring of Love for Source.

Yesterday the host asked us: What does Divine Love mean to you?

My response was: Divine love is a reflection of God’s abundant love for His creation.

The hostess also asked us to write a poem having the heart respond to the question: How are you?

Below is my heart’s response.

It is my hope that you listen and gain inspiration to speak to your own heart and perhaps listen for a moment to what it has to say to you.