Poetry
The Chiricahuas
What is intimacy? I ask the moon. I ask Mother Earth. I ask Douglas Firs and fields of irises and Ponderosa Pines pondering. I ask the furry ferns that grow
Mama Earth Is On Her Moon
Mama Earth is on her Moon. We are the first days of her menstruation, the heaviest flowing. She releases the nest we were building in her body. She does not
Sea Glass Soul
My past was present and my future was waiting. We sat together playing, me and these three. Building drizzle castles of sand, wet and waning, we watched them dry, impossible
#30: Between & Beyond
I am the vine sneaking through open windows. I want to reach the rosemary. My touch is neither kiss nor grasp, but between the two between yes and no and
#22: I Hold My Open Hand
Prelude (I think). Words are these, these Words that sigh on the page Words that sigh or throw tantrums Words that sigh back and throw dirty clothes Back into the
