Words
Tree in Winter
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...
Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)
To WHAT,
from what,
is time a bridge?
Of WHO
and WHAT
is that bridge a carrier?
To WHAT
do the people
and things
the bridge carries
across
and back
throw up
a collective
— and insurmountable —
BarRRier???
Born...
big night out
bits & piecesof me slough offevery day slivers of sanityflecks of hopescraps of intellecti sweep them up & save themfor a rainy day
whispers of old...
Shine A Beam
Where we standwhat we eatthe atoms of our soul everything we see
was all made from the hearts of distant supernovaethat exploded...
No Language
For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...
Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods
A bite into you
is a bite into late backyard nights
where summer breezes bring you
the scents of swaying cornfields
and the laughter of friends
and the...
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...
Still Life
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...
middle ground
we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in sidewalk cracks we...
Postscript
Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream.
Some days the sun sings I’m...
Going Back to Bed
Going back to bed
is the ultimate adult dream
Subject of snooze button thoughts
Excuses
Reasons they may have closed...
