what street? what sinew?


July 10, 1:11pm

The rain in pain falls mostly on the strains which I am only saying because I can. oh elocution.

'Pain in the body becomes poetic only after it has waned enough

that you have breath to say: Pain is poetic…

The giddiness of having less pain may drive you to drink or worse,

to rhyme.

Pain unveils hidden cities that occupy desert bodies - and then, I asked myself, where are you going to live?

what street, what sinew?' [from Sinew]

This is what comes from making faces at tyrants in the mirror and following animals down arroyos! Ergo, heretofore, I share:

SINEW

  • A 12-page illustrated poem
  • A performance of Sinew in my voice. [Preview]
  • Walk into Sinew Space—an audio invitation to write from your own animal space. [Preview]
  • Downloadable PDF with embedded audio links.

just one poetic tadka, one touch of animal earth feeling

when you need to remember we are also

wild

dark

ones

made

of mystery

following smells of other animals

even as

we do what we gotta do

sign the ___ papers

but also

so what? - they

don’t own

you

no one

owns you

inside the skin, there is a vast

llano where

winds sweeps across

the steppe

the yag

hodoo

no roads here no fences

only rutted marks of who went this way or that

you go where you like

go yav chalo

because in that muscle

ready to leap

I swear

you don’t have to know a single

thing

only step

into sinew

and let the body

sing

Step into Sinew

the first offering FROM THE WILD LANDS

[more wilds to come]

sincerely,

Shebana


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-who knew sinews could sing?

-from the wild lands, or from the wilds? - this or that is the question

-yawns but does not yarn, sews only if it's cross stitch on a blue apron and three nuns show you how

-wrote this about tyrants and animals and starry starry future rivers

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