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Poetry

A collection of my poetry

Your camper van house

all the things I'll never need to know againYou invited me into your tiny house and taught me its secrets: The water pump needs to be on to flush the toilet One shower

20 November 2020 2 min read

groceries

(what you've left behind)Just last week you walked through my door with Arms full of groceries, filled the fridge with my favorite zucchini, Kombucha, leeks, huge portobello mushrooms (which you claimed Are

20 November 2020 1 min read

sand

I send off my grief like sand spilling through my fingers settling like silt at the bottom of a river salty with tears I'm sorry, J for not asking more of your suffering

8 August 2020 1 min read

to my hungry ghost

Dear hungry ghost deep within my body Welcome to this new day of existence in this 30th year of life Please come, blinking into the sunshine, for this moment, Sit down beside me

6 July 2020 1 min read

Roasted Sunflowers

Post-revisionIn this Japanese Chinese American skin color of roasted sunflowers after a long laze in the sun I breathe on behalf of those not here – My grandfather, whose very hands labored in liquor

6 July 2020 2 min read

basket of water

I set down the burden of grief at my feet It becomes the cushion on which I rest Touching the earth with head bowed I am capable of carrying this burden now, Learned

1 July 2020 1 min read

Roasted sunflowers

Dear one In the midst of this suffering I give you permission to feel joy Joy for no purpose other than Sinking into the crisp wind ruffling your Exposed hands, the sharp summer

8 June 2020 2 min read

I wanted to complain and go home

Arriving at this little white house Through the forest, past the river I’ve come for four days of quiet retreat Knowing I’ll cook for myself I wanted to cook tom kha

22 May 2020 1 min read

fertile ground

Pregnant with poetry I stand on this fertile ground waiting, breathing down into my abdomen my breath nourishing that which is growing within me The budding rose grows solid in the open pasture

18 May 2020 1 min read

Melanie's birthday retreat

changing like all thingsTo my dearest friends, Each of whom I have invited to Delight in the towering trees Of a mariposa spring Our time together is canceled for now The conditions are

27 April 2020 1 min read

practice critical thinking

What does the practice look like if critical thinking is built into the beginning of every dharma talk before the refuges, before the four noble truths What if nothing is noble or right,

26 April 2020 1 min read

fuck the practice

Today, throw a tantrum, rage at every Fucking thing you hate Let the axe fall hard into the ground, Fuck you fuck this fuck everything Allow yourself to feel everything. Notice what is

26 April 2020 2 min read

critical thinking [raw]

What does the practice look like if critical thinking is built into the beginning of every dharma talk? Is inserted before the four noble truths as the first and most important thing Do

26 April 2020 2 min read

Severing roots

Accessing the power in my body swinging the axe, letting the weight of the blade sing in my hands, I am but the metal's vessel The axe slices through perception, the infinitesimal roots

25 April 2020 1 min read

Axe

My body sings with power heat, sex, lustful for destruction, taking The axe arcs through the air, from the ground, past my left shoulder, singhing the air with the force of my fire

25 April 2020 1 min read
fireglow

fireglow

Little fireglow bathed in the rainbow light of the sun Welcome to your new home May you be happy and safe here able to plant your roots down firmly and stand up to

24 April 2020 1 min read

if you were to ask again...

thoughts on wednesday's resiliency trainingthank you very much for your question, johanna for including your own mind and body experience in the possibility of human experience I recognize it - and you -

24 April 2020 1 min read

Can I share this?

the poet is to write without fear to release her words into the wild knowing they are not just hers I do not wish to hoard my truth I want to celebrate and

24 April 2020 1 min read

pointing at the moon

Fuck the moon Fuck pointing at the moon I’m tired of looking at things outside myself pretending That they are a way out No, the way out is to Destroy everything Break

23 April 2020 1 min read

belief

hey, I am happy to connect but I don't know if there is a bone in my body that can commit to anything outside of showing up I hate the idea of filling

23 April 2020 1 min read

Poet

I am a poet The horoscopes already read this fortune but I protested in my unconscious No, give me something more prestigious, more colorful more of service No, god roared This is your

22 April 2020 1 min read

If you were to speak of me again...

I have a client, so broken by her own hatred that she emerges glowing in the summer light mind on fire lit by rage Everything she loves is broken. Ambition, pride, hope -

22 April 2020 1 min read

acts of love

From Melanie to Joann:today was an act of love, my dear feeling caught in my own dark well of sorrow, angry, processing I carried myself to this little zoom and asked myself

22 April 2020 1 min read

fuck you, demons

I am terrified of you, J Terrified that in your company I will be so fucking bored Fall asleep during your stories Have no delight, no joy, no play I am terrified that

22 April 2020 1 min read

10000 words of hatred

I wrote 10000 words of hatred, broke everything I love, including practice, my family, you, every person, every thing broke them with hate, broke them so I never wanted to see them again to see myself again

21 April 2020 1 min read
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