""There are two ways to live your life.
One, is as though there are no Miracles.
The other is as though everything is a Miracle."
--Albert Einstein

The name of my chapbook, refers to the opening poem, as well as the past-tense, active verb ... here's a taste of some of my best, i think:

Red “Felted” Wool

I’ve got a new hat
it’s red “felted” wool

smoothed by the hands of
one
artisan
somewhere
I imagine
out in the woods

bent over the tub
of cold water
hands chaffed from the
abrasion of wool and the elements
of water, soap and air

hands scrubbing the kinky wool
into these thick layers of knots
that only wool has
does
is

the idea of the abstract
magnification of strands entwined
with one another
excites me

I imagine its’ permutations infinite
like two bodies
magnified by a world of bodies interlocked
as humanity

and thus softened
as felted wool
by each other


Eileen Fix 01/23/04

“tactile cuing”
my therapist
the one who’s focus are my feet and legs
my ambulation
he says ‘tactile cuing’ is ok
suggests, I seek it out
to help me maneuver the space
as I try walking ‘toe to heel’ up the hall
that simple act of laying a finger
along that yellow wall
as I move forward
keeps me steady
graceful
upright
last night
at the party
I ‘maneuvered’ the space
felt free
supported by my friends
and the certainty of
lovingness
strung out like
vines for swinging
from hand to shoulder
waist to arm
eye to smile
felt cued in

I wonder this morning
as I hurry to my yoga class
if pitching forward, down the hill,
I’d roll down to the bay?
no, I’d probably just skin my chin

wonder if the person crossing this path,
down ahead would be offended,
if I asked for her shoulder to cue
would she offer her arm with a smile
or shake me off scowling

wonder if the world
would be better
if we remembered
‘tactile cuing’ is ok?

isn’t it?


mefr 11/15/04

penned 8/03 ... published in 'Grind That Axe' 03, Eileen Fix

I’ve been getting a lot of shit lately … for being too sexxy! … obsessed with it apparently … getting it, I say … think about this … last Saturday, to my absolute astonishment, … before I’d even had time to dress … there was a knock on my bedroom door … subsequently, I was afforded the opportunity of spending the day playing ‘worship the cock’ … “in”-ning until we “broke” for brunch … bathed, basked in the sun while sating ourselves and returned home for more bedtime stories and poetry … oh, yeah, and more sex!

… don’t get me wrong, there was plenty of the kind of action I like … good hard fucking … but, better .. with finesse and a true understanding that that much size endows one with …well, responsibility for the partners’ well-being … that means not hurting me -- too much … using plenty of lube and being responsible for your own orgasm … if you need/want something tell me! If you don’t like me touching your nipples or twisting them, biting you or purring loudly … tell me … I can’t read your mind while my eyes are rolled to the back of my head … you imagine telling me you’d like your sphincter stroked or licked or left the fuck alone! … but no words remotely resembling sphincter ever cross your lips … my point: I didn’t even get out of bed that day and sex was on the menu! … good sex, even …

… obsessed with sex! … just getting it!

… and talking about it without shame, nay with relish … I heard a speaker recently state he’d a theory that sex was simply a myth fabricated by the media to sell products involved in the attraction industry – shampoo that makes you sexy, lipstick that makes you kissable, deodorant for smell and a nice car to show you’re above average as a consumer, as well as, your income bracket … but, actual intercourse wasn’t happening for anyone -- with or without these products … my only thought was confirmed by looking at said speaker and realizing he would think it a myth! … he’s not getting any! I wanted to take him in my arms and debunk his myth theory, right there … no worries, I took that thought
impulse one step further and wasn’t able to convince myself he’d get it …

… so tell me please what’s wrong with sex … I haven’t heard many claim celibacy and yet admitting you’re having sex … well, you might as well tell the world “yes, I am a slut!” … I like sex! … it’s fun … it typically causes me to feel closer to that other human being … not to mention the color returning to my face and the fact that I’m using the equipment God gave me for good not evil … if I have only one life to live or a thousand … it seems to me that sharing such pleasure .. being tied to each other as human beings … sex, however nasty or tame, can’t be a bad thing … coming together … a blessing … a anctification of each other … so, fuck, have sex, intercourse, make love, cuddle, embrace and enlighten another … sanctify one another … I’m having a hard time feeling bad about feeling SO good … I won’t do it … or not do it … and if you don’t want to hear about it … don’t listen … or
read … or … whatever!