Hollow Bone
Breath moves through the flute of me. What is this lifeforce making music? I open past my puny answers to...
Beneath the Shapes
Cloudfingers caress mountain breasts in lightest morning love; whitewater lace trickling over wet green mounds. Newborn light shows me beneath...
Prayer for Travelers
Merciful Madre, guide us on the Mother Road. When we are lost, bring us, please, to the next step on...
Flame Tree
In extravagant exuberance, the Poinciana, on the crown of its forty-foot trunk, lifts a thousand orange flames to the sky....
