Little Intimacies
Body to body on the branch, two birds groom each other. I lean my back against the tree. A spider...
Body to body on the branch, two birds groom each other. I lean my back against the tree. A spider...
Thinking, so confined a thing. Let me write from no-thought, from the emptiness filled with dear Dark Mater. Quantum Mother,...
Unstoppable, that edge where dark meets light. In the dusk of my life, cresting curves engulf. Can incantations face such...
Does not deserving come with birth?Trailing clouds of worthiness, we arrive as innocents. But the child shrinks and slackens, bludgeoned...