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

What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

Poems sometimes arrive on ice crystal surf tidal, in waves loping behind a throat closed…

Dot Poem This is a dot poem. Here the ink pocks densely, suggesting shadow in…

Achillea millefolium Yarrow Achillea millefolium Perhaps yarrow knows how to bend time or slow it…

In Forested Terms Maybe bear knows, would weigh in about pulling dandelions—uprooting them, i mean…

for Marley New Groundfor Marley We hit low tide by their measure when our one…

Icarus, revisited: a remedial course for authoritarians As Icarus climbs high above rivered snowmelt, bald…

Saw Whet This morning owl calls echoed off hemlocks a steady alarm note in search…

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…