Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

September 29 2017

It Happened - a poemdance for healing from trauma

Summer 2017

 

It Happened 

It happened. 

When it was happening, 

everything I knew to be true became

a question mark. And it marked

me into a misstep so that my footing

tripped, tumbled, stopped. There was 

a monster crunch in my mind, a dizzying

whir, a deafening spin, a loud long crushing

dread.  My heart skipped many beats. 

I lost my breath. I forgot how to be

human or perhaps I became 

something beyond it. 

It happened. 

Afterwards, my clarity was cold crystal.

I wanted only the company of trees. 

I startled. My dreams took on new

shapes. I re-lived moments unexpectedly in 

the shower, on a bus, making a meal. 

I sometimes misplaced a whole hour and never

found it again.  It happened. I won't ask why. 

I am shaking it off and it happened. 

My heart is strong. 

                                       -Tumí Johnson

March 9 2018
Now You Are Free

Now You Are Free

Winter 2018

 

Now You Are Free - a guided mediation love poem

Welcome.

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...  

September 3 2016

Darkness is a beginning

Summer 2016

 

Darkness is a beginning

 

Are you feeling a storm within? 

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