Raven’s throaty morning chuckle cascades down as he dives toward Sadie. Their legends still hail the day they buzz-bombed her as a wild pup. Her grudge grows with every swoop.
How many frost-crisp mornings have I watched them in my beloved Northern Valley? Not nearly enough, I can tell you. Ruefully I count them on fingers and not hands. My first sparking thought springs, involuntary …they are electric! Grizzled follicles emit a rolling, bristling energy that can’t be described any other way. I’ve had, always, […]
Early this morning, deep inside, I discovered an image of Luna, our lovely moon. I found it completely by surprise from within a steel pod; a spaceship surrounded by the loud, shuttering sound of magnetic pulses; a needle buried in my vein. Compression, contrast, a hot cold flash of iodine flowing through tributaries, quicksilver, radiant […]breasts, moon
These waters arrive in mythic proportion to test and teach us, to discover our depth. Beneath those rushing floods are scribed the letters of who we are at the heart of our matters. Each night we submerge, limbs and lips locked, we rise again as one. Strengthened, joined, by the whispered words we find flowing […]