Part One Home Building: Collect small bits of string twigs, and burrs, the hairs from a wild cat’s tail, a few needles of pine. String tiny beads of light along the spines of dandelions. Pause …
Dig Up Your Shadow From The Place Where You Last Buried Her
You forgot the ocean that pounds through your blood. Fell asleep to the powerful creator inside. Snap out of it, Sister. Wake up hard and soon, before the weedy grasses grow over your face tacking …
My Feet Whisper of a Violent Discontent with Concrete
My feet ache for sand. Whisper of a violent discontent with concrete. Draw me nearer to soft yielding places. Responsive to the depression of steps. An organic notation of I was here, carved by bare …