Wounds and Scars
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Blessed Day
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]
11-10-18 Musings (Western Catalpa)
It was very cold overnight – the first frost warning of the season. The light is beautiful now, yellow and thick, sliding down trees’ trunks and pooling around their ankles like shed clothing. I feel the common longing that possesses me annually in this season – I want time in the trees – time behind […]
Sonorous Song of Summer
Their song of love echoes electric — they make instruments of their own bodies. The brooch of their abandoned carapace, a horrific delight. I wore them, proud pins, on my childish clothing and in sun tangled hair, beguiled by their terrible claws and bulging eyes– a bejeweled decoration of hot Summer given to me by […]