I am a dandelion stalk
Quivering in the wind Continue reading
I am a dandelion stalk
Quivering in the wind Continue reading
My God, have you ever seen the sky move? Continue reading
A seed is always an oak tree, my love
Just as the tree is always the seed Continue reading
You could debate down to the debris
Of the last thread of the last stitch Continue reading
There is a way the sunlight moves along the ground
In the early morning, each day, new Continue reading
I open my mouth and try to speak through water
Like a fish, mere bubbles emerge
How do I pop them open so the whispers of my voice
Might emerge and enter softly, your ears Continue reading
One fine spring evening, I went quite,
Quite mad, you see Continue reading
Next to my birthing chamber I built
A stone room with a furnace Continue reading
Inspired by Hans Zimmer’s Aurora
I am small as the pupil in my eye
The center of the center
How do I show you this blackness Continue reading