Full Moon Rising

Howling, to contract
space for deeper emptying,
to swallow moons whole.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Crow Medicine

How little they know,
of her flights beyond reason–
Her world, winged, widens.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Featherweight

Within
the unbearable lightness
of love’s proofed labor,
a single quill,
producing words that sing,
traceless,
while moving worlds
to shake
and reckon.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Driving Lessons

Hard to move forward,
she thought, when bound to what’s gone–
She bought new scissors.
Installation by Izumi Yokoyama

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Day at the Beach

Weeping for his past,
rare photo of Peter Pan–
Next stop, Neverland.
Photo by Weegee

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The Gift

We are here, but briefly,
shadows of candle-light
dancing between dust and choir,
day and night,
so consider today
a good day
to begin, or to continue
unwrapping yourself,
and giving you to you as a gift,
your soul rightfully tagged
as both receiver and sender,
in what constitutes
a wild embracing and radical fusion
of the old and the new, in that place
where wonder meets faith,
and the fragile birds of gospel
sing sweetly and achingly
of hearts broken open
to pour light,
to inherit the tenderest
of lost and lasting claims.

Film still from The Kid

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Star

In the shadow of
worn celestial totems–
mortal weight to bear.
Edie Sedgwick

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Next?

A dancer’s sad dream–

Flight, short-lived,

returning to earth, sharp teeth.

Artwork by Linda Stojak

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Imprint

Debutante,
left to smolder
and ash,
traceless,
in some afterlife,
unannounced
to the trailing cortege.
Artwork by Linda Stojak
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Lulu in Hollywood

By cyclical turns,
she burned silver into stock–
Lulu’s lasting surge.
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