Begin your life,
bundles and sheafs,
thumbtacks and tape,
carefully leave
each picture, placed,
level, straight, spaced,
accordingly. Continue reading “Pits and Canyons”
Mother Rang
When mother rang
the winter bell,
at the end of Sun’s rise,
we fell upon the feast
she made, and felt
the chill in our bones. Continue reading “Mother Rang”
Woodsmoke
In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke”
Like Stone
I feel so heavy,
like stone or lead. Continue reading “Like Stone”
Whole and New
Push back the brambles,
and onward I ramble
to a place where I might
grow, whole and new. Continue reading “Whole and New”
Mark Me
I am
soon to become
an old Fey
of the woods, Continue reading “Mark Me”
Hopeless Seas
Carried away by hopeless seas,
uncharted depths of the deep,
crisp and blue, surface sweeps,
she, the wind whips the mist free. Continue reading “Hopeless Seas”
Seabrave
Possessed by
a desperate urge
to grow, to glow,
to inhale and roar
out the glory of hope Continue reading “Seabrave”
A Lonely Device
The anvil, uncaring,
unfeeling, unsparing,
sounds a blaring
foghorn-howl. Continue reading “A Lonely Device”
The Four-Fold Dress
Undulate,
twist, and fall… Continue reading “The Four-Fold Dress”
The Wake at Unicoi
At the wake on Unicoi,
out poured our worth,
once there,
we pushed and pulled,
and tore out holes,
by the fistful,
in that rocky
Appalachian
earth. Continue reading “The Wake at Unicoi”
The Sunken Lady
I hear a blue heart
crying on the shore.
I see her tiny feet
dancing in the sea foam. Continue reading “The Sunken Lady”