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Poem: Awen

April 22, 2021April 18, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

You can’t heal the riven rock, you say: that’s not this journey’s purpose. When you wailed the world’s first wailing, your heart breaking, you didn’t melt into bones on the … Continue reading Poem: Awen

Poem: Emergence, part three

April 21, 2021April 18, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

I don’t know which door to walk through, or first to carve it from the air and intention: that opening, a gap like a lost tooth, the hag’s secret cave, … Continue reading Poem: Emergence, part three

Poem: Terra firma

April 20, 2021April 18, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

Maybe that light is already sparking, the bonfire already kindled. Maybe you’re already in that stream of torches bringing the blessing from the hilltop to the fields. Maybe those other … Continue reading Poem: Terra firma

Pinax of Persephone and Hades from Locri. Reggio Calabria, National Museum of Magna Graecia.

Poem: Nestia

April 19, 2021April 18, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

At the last moment, you weep. Your husband, against whose shoulder you lean like a rose, strokes the silk of your hair. He is silent. And so are you as … Continue reading Poem: Nestia

Poem: Swan lake

April 18, 2021April 18, 2021 · 2 Comments ·

Walk through the door, the sky-blue door marked with a feather, a white feather. You remember their smiles as they welcomed you, the eyes that caught the light from you, … Continue reading Poem: Swan lake

Weeping Willow by Claude Monet

Poem: Hidden Nests

April 17, 2021April 18, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

The doves are hunting the hemlocks, humming their mournful tune. They pace the needled branches. If they’ve built a nest, I don’t know precisely where, only that they first appeared … Continue reading Poem: Hidden Nests

Poem: Rainy run

April 16, 2021April 11, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

You don’t always get the sense of things in the rain, the silver wet clinging and beading your lashes like a purse, the percussion somewhere between rattle and cymbal and … Continue reading Poem: Rainy run

Poem: Twilight

April 15, 2021April 11, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

We walk through the twilight door, don’t we, that delicate shade light off a knife, brittle and bright fading to softness as we ourselves do, gone luxurious in the day’s … Continue reading Poem: Twilight

Poem: Gravel

April 14, 2021April 11, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

You get old and your teeth wear out. Mountains weather and next thing you know, they’re gravel for your driveway, the stones escaping one by one, pushed by pressure into … Continue reading Poem: Gravel

Poem: Arkichronia

April 13, 2021April 11, 2021 · Leave a comment ·

You say it is the wrong time, beloved: the snow has stolen the young spring away and nothing rises in the marsh, no songs thread from the trees today. The … Continue reading Poem: Arkichronia

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