The doors keep opening, And though my head is still heavy for the pillow, I accept it as a slamming omen, To at least write this sentence, About opening, slamming, sentence-rising, omens. It came to…
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where blue meets blue
a world where stars live in the ocean those are the boundaries of his Possible where blue and blue meet in boundless bardo and just when I saw it taking shape in the distance his…
incubation
How to hatch an inspiration. Sit on it, but notice it flaring up every time you go for a walk in the woods. Note that you hike faster and arrive sooner. Try to write…
stammer, stutter, hiccup
If you have ever stared suspiciously at the stars, you have wondered what it feels like to be pregnant. Both states stammer in the face of other-worldliness. In the suddenly quiet corner of the room,…
constellations of untold histories
I have found myself, recently, lingering on the pause following, “You’re so lucky.” Would I be lying, or acquiescing, in a cordial nod and smile of agreement? The woman at the grocery store/in the hot…
on time arrival
This morning, I carried the cold choke of tears from a fading vision, back to the warmth of my bed. Dreams aren’t characteristically so on-time, Ever arriving in a cloaked foretelling. Or standing with its…
on the peripheries of death
Chipmunks and small birds flit beyond the shoulder of death. My father would interrupt my clumsy cobbling of life-memory-love professions with a chuckle and point to the antics of the tiny, striped, tumbling acrobatics in…
my own footsteps
When I was 7, I’d rally a small neighborhood troop, To carve a tunnel through the blackberry bramble. Lift the warmed wooden lids off garden snake traps. Part overhead golden grasses in search of field…
domestic love crumbs
MY CHILD’S CRY STIRS ME FROM BED. After he’s soothed, I crawl back under the cooled covers and just barely register the time on the clock: 5:30am. But my brain has already stirred and my…