silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: For this minimalist poem, I was imagining a couple deeply in love, tucked away somewhere in Iceland, perhaps somewhere in Vik, where one of my...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
i write his name on the inside of my dress until i forget my own tongue no symbol, no animal omen his name is my whole body red ribbons are too quick and tight to be undone wild roses too will surrender their frail bodies to the poseidon waters stars turned in and...
ours is tonightsoir with full beliefi’ll light the candle if you tell mehow it looks from the other side, if the rainsounds like silver beads on the hardwood floorsbefore the winds spoke the curtains into secrets it was destinythat august humid night when i...
love was once like the blue foxwho ate the stars to curl into a little balland enchant us no longer do lips only kiss – they prophesymy destiny across your skin when you hear the thunders you remember meand think i was the storm toothen, nowmy heart is on fire the day...
