What the Trees Say at Dawn Oneduskymoon-honeyed glissandothreaded through thorned ribcagefluxed mosaic of sustained blossomrefracted in delicate chords of light probingumbra of submarine rasp grasping for a...
The Ballachulish Figure (alder wood and rough crystal c. 600 BC.) Listed among notable deaths of the era:a passenger pigeon at Loch Leven.We’re extinguishing ourselves, Cailleach.Age of Bronze, Age of Iron, Age of Decay.A taxidermy pigeon, Nestlé bottled...
Finding the Vulva on a Beach Latin-wise, as vagina, I am sheath, madefor holding life. I aman oyster shell, made for children to cup, hollow to hollow,against their ears. To press into hands of their own giants,to say, Listen, and have one towering pillar of...
Tree Mother A prickly platinum river cracks the bruised sky in two. A tree mother dressed in bridal finery, arms laden with moon flowers, stands quietly, drenched in star rain. By dawn, the ground beneath her feet will be a city of broken dove wings. The day...
Dawn The moon has retracted its roots while the sky glows like a toaster filament. The houses below sleep. Few wake so early to the regimented pop-up of toast, the kettle’s dominant click. The foxes are hiding to rehearse for night. The birds are part of the...
Recovering the memory of water You can see Africa from the high Alpujarra they sayfrom a bus window. So, I have packed cucumbers,sheep’s milk cheese, and a Conference pear. I seek a place here, where dry fields sketcha geography of separation.Everywhere,...
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