small and roundi found it where i walked,a lichen twined nest of the batisstorm blown holding the perfect circlenesting within my hands,consumed by the miracle of forestoblivious. light falling with leaves between leavesrevealed the old mare’s white manespiraled around with grasses and seed downand there, woven tight and neata yellow thread pluckedfrom the flag we…
1.the world deconstructs ustakes us apartuntil bone fragment and skin smear –we are identifiable as human alone,but our humanity exists in the worldwe have torn ourselves from.the one where a phalange in a cave in siberiais not enough to tell the fern soaked storyof lives lived in tree shadow,tell the stories between blood and waterbreath…
two nights of wind stormshave blown my fearless cover this morning the lightmoves quiet as a snakeand golden across the hills –illuminates tree by standing tree for now the wind has settled,silent and stripped barethe world wakes –my feet crunch brittlein the fallen leavespicking a way betweendropped branches small birds are counting their living,calling to…
1.this morningthe moon setsin a song wing skyand the world turnstowards the light. 2.there is a body countin this poem,between the lines,between the writingand the reading of this poempeople have died,as a third wave rises tsunamiand we track its progresscontinent to continentuntil it crashes our shores,until tuesdaysmashes recordsfor new infectionsin a 24 hour period a…
in the beginning in the beginningwas the single song of the songbirdthat broke the dark silenceand pierced the quiet skyso the singing of this worldmight begin in the beginning in the beginningthe nightjar tumbledmoth winged bat whispersacross the path and into sky in the beginning in the beginningwas the grey ocean of pre lightcresting silver…
1.it is a long journeyfrom dust to dustbecoming and becominguntil we areno more 2.today i sort the woolrank with goatand dirt of living –hook out the bristle thorn,lucerne stalks and seed debris –air it on the table in the sun.sinking fingers intosun warm fleeceto say the prayers of thanks because how can this not be…
1.there is no sanctuarybut here, waitingin the soft betweenrib and hipand small of back. 2.first light we walked the waters edgeamid the silence and the shuffling reedswaiting for the dawn flight of egretshundreds of white wingsflying the seam between river and skylike breath across the water. 3.we came here to this placethis steep catchment slopein…
if i sayi loveand it was not predictedby an algorithm,is it really loveor an act of resistance.i don’t want to be mapped,charted, measured. i want to say lostand taste that wordlike salt from another ocean.i want to loose myselfagain and again to thissix note feather songthat falls from the treewith late light that poolsamongst root…
low soft their voices cameon white wings across the waterreflecting skyreflecting water and we wanted to join themacross that still forever –touch again their shining faces,walk fearless on the reflecting sea.but our earthbound bodiessang kin-songs to the rock spilled shore –took form from the forest that named ustrading our wings for wordsand the knowing and…
drove to the city and backsix hours each wayreturning the art studentto the university she evacuatedfor fire four weeks ago –some buildings still charred stone exterior,roadside trees holding helpless charcoal hands to the skyon the slopes of the mountain that runs black seamsup into the high gorgeswhere nothing but eagle and rock hyrax nest. i…