Ancestor Gang
In my bloodstream, in my dreams, they whisper, the Ancestors. As close as my hands and feet are they, the...
Because
Because she believes, she can see the Fairies in the garden. Because she believes, the sweater with pockets becomes hers....
Floating in Stars
You are floating in stars Above you, below you, on every side of you, stars. The earth is nestled, I...
As a Piece of Music
At seven in the evening garden, birdsong, breezes, churchbells, windchimes. The body as a piece of music, a weaving...
