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…
the river flows salt with this harvest moon, pushing the sandbank heavy with night rain, tasting krill stories and ice dust on the tide. remembering herself as ocean, as cloud, as rain.
i went to look for the moon last night walked up the road torchless and quiet through darkness only my feet could see by, following spills of faint moonlight between trees. i found her there halfway up the hill veiled and gentle in the curved branches of a tree and stood a while moon spilled…
long before this moon rose we crone-walked this cusp world and waited for change, planted seeds while the babies slept, danced giddy to the falling leaves – and when darkness came, as darkness does, untethered from the light that lives and those around us fell, kindling wood to altar fires of the new gods of…
the birds swallowed the moon. it sank – fell into the trees from the soft forest sky – corn yellow and full round it fell. the birds swallowed the moon this morning called their victory from the shadows and sang its rushing ocean beauty, bright nights and pulsing trees. the birds swallowed the moon…
wait it’s beautiful she said leaning her taller by the day self against my shoulder hand on my arm as the moon pulled free of the clouds haloing the sky and us where we stood waiting Radiant
let me feel the moon in the sky – feel the tide rise crashing pulsing waves that animal my limbs and fidget my fingers, let me speak in the tongues of the crazy and the loved, the muttering who saw the world when the rising moon still mattered. there is no sleeping in this…
of course they would come holding bits of night in dark shadows under white wings that whisper low along the road sighing across the rooftops. they will find the moon before it sets. beyond the hilled horizon where it has already plunged orange and silent behind the trees, they will find the moon beyond these…