Unbroken

Unbroken Like tree rings each layer speaks of galaxies, as if the dusty breath of stars had seasons. With your own roots trailing, you fold before this giant, murmuring weighty things — it is a solemn prayer,…

Unbroken Like tree rings each layer speaks of galaxies, as if the dusty breath of stars had seasons. With your own roots trailing, you fold before this giant, murmuring weighty things — it is a solemn prayer,…

Midnight Sun When the ancient, throaty songs of sandhill cranes rattle, your longings left perched, gaze skyward — stirred in clavicular curves of dust. In crossing that span of crane and tundra your rib cage cracks open, catches…

Wolf As the mountains blossom under a ripening moon our yips fall like drops, a chorus rippling your dreams, blurring your waters with change and invitation. Voices rise here, in between, widening across the valley, scattering shadows.…

Unguarded What if instead of watching, poised to falter, we bloom — changing everything with one unguarded act. ]]>

Perspective All around the brooding storm, a limitless sky brightens — as if the alchemy of light and water were life liberating itself. ]]>

Salt Between the supple greens and jagged ends you see it — the twisting view of no, not enough, set amid brackish debris like an open mouth. You are not alone here — can you taste it?…

Unfurl All around the wrapped and dappled curl, a dazzling hum is rising. With inner winds that murmur green in fingers, fronds stir with the arriving. Stretched beyond themselves they open, whirring with exchange on every side. …

Tiding Spinning beneath sea soaked feet, rough and glassy grains leave hollows as they tumble, a sandy swirl, into the rounding. If you listen to their leaving — this grainy rattling of what was — all the rumblings…

Yield The ghosted fingers of barnacles grip like stone, their fisted fortress now a bluster of pale, hollow shells. This is one view. Tell me, when does boundary become barrier? Strength is not found in the blind grip…

Drop And then you see it — your own shattered sky strewn in feathers slate blue, still bright against twining tendrils of moss. Will you turn away? There is no one to blame or fear. If you allow…