The River of Life is Salt: buoys you up no problem with tears and sweat stings like a fuck when you get hurt. The Salt is singing. Sometimes, you are not listening. Sometimes, the message is silence. Sometimes the messageRead more…
Grinding her teeth
The Goddess of Flowers is grinding her teeth. Softly luminous, tethered to a million fetal pieces of spring She is clenching her fists. Birth pains ~ maybe. And a hatred of the bare, twisted branches she is trying not toRead more…
Rags
The Empress in her rags on the packed-earth path up the snow-covered mountain stops without a plan turns from the gray shale slopes. Below is the green world and cities that are her inheritance. She notices for the first timeRead more…
Horse
Horse and rider jump – into traffic into water in between the lanes disappearing into everything right there in front of all of us who live and doubt God is surging back and forth restive with his magnificence between yourRead more…