sunbird against the window this morning first light must have come in through the new opened door purring wings against the glass quicker than the cat i cover her in hands still the beating wings feel her long beak find rest between fingers outside above the valley i slowly release her body no bigger…
aflame in evening light the red edged succulent reveals its translucent essence while sunbird on the bare bud branch combs a delicate beak through diaphanous wings. hand to the sun my fingers turn boneless – she sees me breath close and watching, pauses, but does not fly and all the while that late sun floods…
with limbs like silver snakes coral tree holds its buds to the sun petal by petal catching fire crisp cool on winter mornings. there is no un-remembering once we have remembered what we try to forget sunbird jewel bright on bare branches will sip the nectar sing the day call the winter sun to my…
driving open window 60k’s an hour a woman, smoke tainted exhales on the side of the road and i 50m later breathe what she exhaled – there is no you and i in this we are breath and earth and water and life. the same air that moves smooth across vocal folds to speak these…
if i am going to share your shadow share your awakening then let me taste you. let me know your unraveling in spring from the scent it left on your skin. let me ache with the cold of ocean in your bones and the warmth of granite boulder pressing into the arch of your…