Giving Ourselves a Host of Titles, Each in Turn a Song

We are ancient trees of longingsaplings scrabbling skybark holding breath for morning limbs reaching for wayward starsroots thirsty for darker water. We are head-down growingfull crunch hollow halfmoons turned to stonealone in our soil-sigh wanting. Jinx us with juniper branchessmall black curses of … Continue reading Giving Ourselves a Host of Titles, Each in Turn a Song