Voyager

ma belle fleur with swollen knuckles tangled hair your veins are small rivers flowing against grain poison granules in deep blue my lips and teeth learning to swim in them draw red to my tongue a soft rain our breasts look different in sunlight bright white against sand, your desert showered in touch I trace…Read more »

Sap and Scripture

I haven’t seen perfect hands except wrapped around the hickory in the yard. I spread feed at the base and built a sanctuary; I knelt I prayed for perfect hands to hold my world with sacrificed flora before it could seed I built an altar at the base of our hickory miles from anything but…Read more »

Glacier Water

You drag through plains heavy and slow and shrug at the earth centuries spent building the craters beneath your feet Do high winds swell in your chest can your igneous lips speak? thaw now and tell a tale gather time in your lungs and melt.

A Forest: Unwooded

Have you ever met a woman like hickory? Slender hands touch the sun and she can’t think of earthly things. She can sway without lifting root bear the sky without shrugging standing somber among the felled she can stare – cold – browned autumn eyes fall, jarring the boldest men quaking the stillest earth.