When I splinter, and I know I will, blow gently upon the shavings and dust, and perhaps, if you are compelled, trace a line or two, an abstract doodle, into the finite grains of my asymmetry, and in honoring your … Continue reading
If you are wondering what is happening to the earth, or what that sound is you hear at night, halfway between dream and mortar, rest easy, it is simply women waking up to move mountains, by order of the Moon’s … Continue reading
I am learning, or perhaps unlearning, to believe wildly in the fresh crop and siege of miracles that are happening right under my eyes every day. If I fail to see them, if my self-limiting perspective narrows into a myopic … Continue reading
All the merciful Marys gathered at the brisk pool of light and through the silvery meshes of tears recalled the angels to mother the favored arc of true grail and unflagging love.
I thought I knew a lot, explanations analyses profound conjectures nothing new under the sun stupid is as stupid does tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow marathon swims in the think tank and abstractions wrapped like leaden scarves and flags round my neck … Continue reading
