Words

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...

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...

Have you ever seen a bird hover just over the shallow of a lakeBalancing on the wind that whips my baby hairs across my...

Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

You will be here again. Your eyes closed in brightening light from a window, open in winter. Magenta blooms lidded, your forehead held by a shoulder put forward...

Smiling at the paper:  it’s telling him a secret (the secret of the margin-labyrinth) Look at the sky—it’s much closer here. Hazel starry The long eyelashes.       (more...

She saw my first breath. I saw her last. And, in between,      many days of      smiles, shouts,      puddles, clouds      thoughts deluded, denuded,      eluded...

Send out a plea Answer me, answer me I will throw myself down in front of it Whatever it may be I have faith now I send my faith...

oh holy poetic father your long skinny soul scrawled across the backs of thousands of naked spines and how each drop of battery acid dripped from the dots in the eyes and the...

Going back to bed is the ultimate adult dream Subject of snooze button thoughts                 Excuses Reasons they may have closed...

I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere, the daughter of waves and of memory. - The one who coaxed Samson out of his power. The last...

and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories  twisted backward, embers of a life  retreating back to the earth  with thoughts, evolved  to die  an ego, regressed,...