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 →
Alone in the shower I wash the foam of you dried ocean foam from my hips. This water cannot clean like the ocean cannot strip me bare like the ocean. Yesterday with you-- I was the flower in a clam,... Continue Reading →
The fact is your touch could start a new year, a peaceful revolution, the standing of a hair on it's end. You make water rise and fall with a fingertip. Cells remember what they're made of-- and celebrate. You know... Continue Reading →
