Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

September 3 2016

Darkness is a beginning

Summer 2016

 

Darkness is a beginning

 

Are you feeling a storm within? 

Can you stay with it a bit longer, and then 

scream, sing, pray, but first do what you need

to say to it, “I hear you.”

 

Allow it to move through your abdomen like ripe dark 

berries. Let it stain your rightness like 

melena. This feeling isn’t a coincidence. Your weeping

has a place. Darkness is a beginning.

 

Let the perverse saint in you wash the feet of the

pure sinner. Take your naughty onto the dance floor. 

Resistance makes the madness stronger, so 

twirl instead. Try a dip or two. But try not to shrink away. 

 

Cup the face of what you have judged as the ugly inside, 

and put its whispering to your ear. And once its

voice begins to ebb, having been heard, when it slowly 

fades with the dying notes of its music, 

 

you might just find yourself humming in release, finally 

 

healed. 

 

 

                       -Tumí Johnson


September 29 2017
It Happened - a poemdance for healing from trauma

It Happened - a poemdance for healing from trauma

Summer 2017

 

It Happened 

It happened. 

When it was happening, 

everything I...  

September 29 2017
I Am the Sane

I Am the Sane

Spring 2017

September 29 2017
Renaissance

Renaissance

Winter 2017

September 29 2017
California

California

Fall 2016

 

California

 

coast retreat solar painted

mountains and a raw desert

cactus integrating a...  

May 24 2016

Resting Pulses

 

The Rooftop

 

Sometimes in all the movement, I am stung

by a calling to stillness. Above the fray,

May 24 2016

Weed Song

 

Weed Song

 

I do not have a straight up and down-ess,

I do not blush in hues of pink. I come not in

May 24 2016

I Am Home

 

I am Home

 

What space can hold us today?

 

There is laughter in all the rooms.

Crying in some, at...  

May 24 2016

Irrevocable

 

Irrevocable

 

When you fall for yourself, make it a colossus of a

fall. Let your comeuppance be...  

May 24 2016

Rehearsal excerpt from "L

 

To Spite

 

Despite all obvious signs.

Despite certain aging

and endless ballads of seasons ending

May 24 2016

Shed the head

 

Shed the Head

 

Is love our vestige? We walk with the shrunken

remains of it, trying to hide it