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April

Brooms

I have an hour before I launch— before the air becomes stiff and tight around me, and I forget how to move and breathe. In this place, I like to say that I am ready to understand myself and the... Continue Reading →

Daughter

Does the sun feel scared— Looking out over earth and all she cares for? Does she fear the loss of one of her most beautiful children? The Earth, one of her closest? A beautiful ball of water and fire, circling... Continue Reading →

Rib to Rib

In the face of chaos Spring shows herself to me. Beyond measure of my body The length from toe to head, width of rib to to rib I’m just with myself. But I can be with everything else, stuck in... Continue Reading →

Lost Pens

I like New Mexican dreams, thirty years ago i was a child running there. Twenty years ago I was wild running on a Florida beach, but I could see the veil both times and it got thinner as the years... Continue Reading →

Where is Winter?

Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →

Spirit House

Far down below the willow roots and breeze, someone left their soul. We waited for the full moon before asking for rights and protection, but the first night, we climbed into every nook and called the light in. Somewhere below... Continue Reading →

On the Side

Sunlit sat on rubbermaid benches smoking, fueling the desires to bring back old loves And cry, not ones self to sleep but to cry over broken bottles beneath the tone of rocket ships launching from the bedroom. You could never... Continue Reading →

Visits

Tonight I removed a layer I peeled back and coughed up Tequila Cantinas from my past. Spun with broken glass in the frame belting out the sounds I forgot. She was there. Looking at me in the mirror A stranger... Continue Reading →

Grapes

I walked along the boardwalk and I wondered if it had been the exact day that I arrived, one year earlier, on that very spot. I had never been back. My heart was sad, but it was carried by my... Continue Reading →

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