yes to the light  turning, delicate summer— language of wonder,  bone of miracle; I believe in love I believe in longing— somewhere a boy bangs  his fist against a wall—begging  magic to open  up; what does it mean to be lost in the light  of another—to let the rain  touch the stamen & stem—what does […]

A Great Mourning


A Great Mourning I am learning to mourn All the parts that lay hidden In the whirlwind of my heart, Parts that were  Too sharp to leave Too alive for a dead world. I am leaving these parts  By the shores of seas And lands that remember my scent, I’m stretching until it feels  Like […]