Words

I tie the solar system around your wrist to remind you why Days are longer here. Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows through the red valleys...

His yellow talons clutch a gnarled branchnot ten yards away. His regal head turns to take me in. When he turns back to look across the...

Jamie got drunk on a cold night, slept outside, and didn’t protect his feet. He limps into the shelter, leaning on chairs for support, sleeps on a...

Be aware of the midnight knock, the one that sends you breathless out under moth veiled streetlights, no time to grab a toothbrush or...

Renga: The first snowflake falls Bushes wear cozy white hats Winter has arrived. Remember Autumn’s warm breeze, I’d love to go back there, please. Haiku: Black wind breaks the sky; Fiery breath...

tea leaves spell out my thursday blues my mother calls it restless mind.  Plastic tulips sit on my nightstand so that at least one thing is timeless  every morning the sun sinks into my chambers invitation...

When I was a rock     I knew patience     and slowly,     my sharp edges     became smooth While tree     I knew squirrels,    ...

There is a line in the sun As the crack in an egg I am wandering the interstate Walking on tired legs With dreams as diesel gasoline A glow...

Imagine being free from technology Listening to wind borne symphonies And the silence of shadows Listen.   Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...

So I was walking around the store, just out grabbing a few things for the house and I just happened to wander into the...

Sunlight’s fingered rays reaching through the clouds tired of being cold I turn my eyes toward the deep blue skies yearning to break free from this Santa Fe world there is...

4 wallsSurrounded and safe like a fly in a cupConfused and lost beyond wordsA hideous reminder of what we could be.Had we taken that...