by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
The grieving and the dying just go on and on. It’s amazing what a life they have, this life of loss. Neither right nor wrong, this fucking heart. Who knew the story would be all about pain? Who knew you’d be asked to give everything, then give... by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
All night the ravens releasing a black crying. They seem to hold worlds we can never touch. Something akin to wisdom. Not perfection. That doesn’t have any life in it. It’s the woods where the breathing moves where Night well, you know. At some point you... by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
for Susan painful mirror your body is my departure i watch you dance as light pours into a glass flawless as glass terrible mirror woman of light this body dances our departure that even now departs as brightness from the glass a shadow dance... by Maxima Kahn | Feb 6, 2015 | Poems
Impossible organ, beating and pumping our blood river to some unknown sea. It doesn’t take much, a small glitch in the inevitable rhythm, weatherbreak, wind-howl and we are set adrift. We long for order, but the heart with its incessant thump-thump ... 
by Maxima Kahn | Sep 25, 2014 | Uncategorized
Oh my gosh, if you know me at all, you know that this spirit is the nearest and dearest to my heart. I’m on a life mission to get everyone playing again, rediscovering the immense value and gifts of play. It’s my dream to get the world leaders to take off...