Words
Yours for the Taking
I keep myself busy long enough to not remember the time.
I keep track of minutes best in the mountainsfeeling them passing like a rhythm...
in the light
Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...
Know less, wonder more
I’ve always had a hard time expressing myself,” says poet Andrea Gibson.
It’s hard to believe, especially since Gibson has made a career doing just...
Things change
Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...
the river that cries
had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...
All Forms Will Have an End
991 homes were burned into oblivion
On Thursday, December 30th, 2021.
The fire did not discriminate.
If the houses were beautifully kept
Or cluttered and in...
The Studio
My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...
Americans are returning to their rituals
pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...
What I saw
I didn’t see the little boy tuck a stolen loaf of bread under his jacket as he ran with his desperate bounty, but I...
the young, the the we, the all
By the virtue that we are children & were more soThat young & exposed we were cunning enough to readThat the society of the...
This Winter Day
What are WE to one another?
If not reminders of our
Continuous connection to Earth
And to the Love inherent in Her Creation.
Where...
