(incomplete, but worthwhile as is)
You are not the tree sprung from the seed,
but the forest in its entirety. Complexity
in your canopy of gold-limned foliage,
the depth of shadow across your floor.
top of page
Recent Posts
See AllFor my friend on the occasion of her wedding. What I know of mirrors is their imperfection, their imbalance of mathematics: one reflects one, & we imagine this is wholeness & we believe we know oursel
For my friend on the occasion of his wedding. No eye for art, you said, and turned toward Hunger, livid color leaving you cold, neither keen, nor compelling, not enough, not when you already know how
It is not Death that watches us with suspicion, yet you invoke Her name anyway, make of Her a boundary, make of me an earthen intimacy. There is no revelry in roots no matter how deep they run, only f
bottom of page