Western Shore

You crossed the river. It glowed in the moonlight, effervescent dark blue luminescence shining from the deep, swirling in pools and eddies and around the rocks at the edge.  I watched you cross. You simply waded into the cold water, the light twirling away from you and then drawing back in, sticking to your clothes. … More Western Shore

The Reaper

I listen to your heartbeat in the hallways of the churches that we visited as children, before you ran away. I can hear it in the echoes of the choir as they sing their hallelujahs, conjuring and curling the memories of your smile into smoke from the snuffed candles on the pulpit. Your soul on … More The Reaper

There was a tiny flickering light on the screen, It was the beginning of your heart, pushing the beginning of blood through the beginning of your existence. Then there you were, head and arms and legs, and you swam around in me while the doctor checked you for genetic abnormalities. You were fine. Then you … More

Wisp

We’ve held little pow-wows here in our garage with our memories packed tight, worn into the kitchen table and the counter tops. The tea rings that have stained into the coffee table bear singing memories of our lives here, the last goodbye to a faded life, but here we wish you – fare thee well. … More Wisp

Sacred Ground

I can feel the earth moving underneath me, the wind from its rotation sliding its gentle fingers through my hair, the icy metal smell of winter on its gentle hands. Spinning above me swells the white woodsmoke of the mountains, the world around me spinning and my feet still grounded, the trees swaying our eyes … More Sacred Ground

Tribute

To the beginning where gentle hands only speak a language we thought was dead, and hearts were pounding nearly out of our chests. Sweetwater words nearly out of our mouths when they’re swallowed up in a kiss, a Vermont accent that a teenager mistakes for a southern one; goofy smile, laughter for hours, words exchanged … More Tribute

Sway Instead

Who says love is only for the young? We should all try to be wild and passionate, live with the carefree hands of jaded youth, Mistakes like gold in the mouths of babes, Break the expectations of terrified parents; We don’t grow out of the ground like trees, But we might dance like them. And … More Sway Instead

Dream Proud

Our eyes alight across fields of grain In a dream of Sumer, long buried deep Under golden sand – the winds howl, Inanna on her mountain throwing them down, her wild war hands Strong from an eternity of throwing spears. I am the soil, dark and rich, Fertile as my name, proud as The mountains … More Dream Proud