Daily Archives: November 4, 2019
.. She has not yet learned a passion or pen -chant for pockets, boxes, jars or bins. Her heart: all chambers full to overflowing. And so she holds her breath in all the dry and quiet spaces, in keeping with … Continue reading
-force winds knock us loose from our moorings and we wander (wonder) in the waves awhile, forsaking the dawn. The song. The way our wings want to angle toward the sun. The fray of feathers that no longer fly. There’s … Continue reading
.. , and the sky is falling in skywater shards, and stars. .. In November, we poem. ..