
Bearbones
What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

Solidarity When white fur pops into a woodpile gap I remember another ermine slink-hopping between…

Use of this NASA image, copied from , does not mean that NASA endorses this…
Circumstances Icy night of porcupine dreams meets solstice moving sunlit hands across mountain spines, brightening…

Valuation This poem has no purpose. Instead it floats on needle-spun spider trails cast and…

for Henry Exposure for Henry Loss makes time slippery, opening a shutter on a low-lit…

OPTIONS The clothesline snapped with one antlered shake divided two frayed ends border a battlefield…

Opening On the river, small moons burst with a breath, spattering in bubble pops like…

for Kris Birthrightfor Kris She cleaned the cooling bird outside the kitchen window, her deft…

Pride Mountain blooms parade in showy mats, in clusters scattered across scree. Preternatural is a…

Re-membering About edges? Ask alder moving in multitudes, reaching across gaps from seed or root…