It is the time of water Ice cracking The thunderous rush Of held emotions Breaking down Static stoicism Rushing past Careful cultivations White-foamed galloping Toward a merging With the sea
I take a deep breath Plunge into the tears Bursting…
She says: Hold on to yourself. You are not done unraveling, pulling thread upon thread from the ply. Trust, have faith. Soon all the stories that were not yours will be spun out pulled from the liminal edge of…
I didn’t know I needed to grieve Until the blackberry grove Opened itself within me Thorny dome entangled As it was with all the sharp Rage that had held me together And kept me apart.
Midsummer day The leaves shimmy Beneath a changeable sky This moment, these moments Cycling year to year Threaded through the Eye of the solstice Despite my tired countenance I connect. Into the legacy of Our sun rhythms The tilted dance…
I am more than an opposite force More than a definition of absence I am not the negative space left by your expectations I am presence. An additive Whole Even with all these mosaic pieces Scattered colours and patterns Held…
My memory of that night
Is fluid
The way memory is
Events flexing,
adapting, absorbing
the liquid context
of meaning.
Stories layered upon each other
alternate versions
of truth within
each textured discovery.
What doesn’t change
is the title;
the…Read more
I am of birch and wind
The fickle response
To the urge for immediacy
And the slow breath
Of trees and stars.
This place in between is
Where I live.
Between silence and beat
The stillness of listening
I am…Read more