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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 →

Vernal Equinox and the Worm Moon

I am the one who glows asks wildness of humanity controls the tides asks for nothing is worshiped and followed knows her path and purpose keeps time with the ocean bends on knees to no one loves and guide others... Continue Reading →

What’s Age?

what's age but a thunderclap, a gathering of voices, the smell of rain, the gift of lines connecting my birth to my death, wind that forces years up a tree, the high ladder I climb to reclaim them, and the... Continue Reading →

Never Die for the Man

Live. Live for love, Live for the song of the red, glass heart. Live for the earth and for pain, Live. Live for the wonder of yourself. And never, ever die for the man.

Star Dust

For James: What draws out the chaos other than dreams Dreams of lips with me Covering me Devouring me I can't breathe An echo brings me back in time A thousand letters that can't mark the cold in my heart... Continue Reading →

Two Pigeon Poles

Who holds your feet? The changeable metal pulled from the weary earth? I spy her trying to make a column out of schist And I miss the way I once saw a corner of her lie still, uninterrupted. These holes.... Continue Reading →

Basil (with no middle name)

July 26, 2017 I tried to hold your paws, they were smaller, the same shape. All of us shrink when we age but sometimes we shrink early from within. I spent years timing the moments for your dinner, smelling your... Continue Reading →

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