I am a maple tree Missing a limb. A branch – the biggest – Having grown akimbo has tipped the balance and snapped off under its own weight. Food for gravity’s maw: my broken offspring, surrendered to mudblooded rootraw Earth, is a gift to all those ancestors who patiently await further deconstructions. Limbless, I keep…
Read Morea flower doesn’t push itself open by force: instead, the tight bud just relaxes its grip. it’s no groaning effort but a release: after surviving the struggling emergence out of dark soil, the plant is basted by sun and rain in equal measure. Then, one day the petals just flop open – soggy and radiant…
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Hurtling through Mexico City’s open veins Clotted in a subway car, in a mash of black-clad phone gazers Exhausted and swaying like hooked meat: yet: over there, face lit by yellow flowers Her simple bouquet is a jungle. Later Roaming hills made green in the mist of the Roaring sea I see I’ve dragged with…
Read Moreafter the stormin the forest there is carnage everywhere limbs strewn violently across fresh beds of moss. arbutus, heliotropic reach towards the sun, outstretched like dancing limbs for the kiss of sky’s azure until that same wind that gently spun theminto spiralsshows it’s unleashed fullness roaring through, tears branch from trunk and tosses it with…
Read Morethe trail was awash in little and big rivers that drew the coolness from the crown of the mountain in a rushing tumble to saltwater. as we fumbled for flashlights in the fading light we passed through a field of sound that, like a net dropping around us, bound us to the spot. It sounded…
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Mob rules: Horned and bare-chested, the barbarians storm the capital while out in the bay sailboats come loose off their moorings and careen into rocky shoals. Off in the distance sirens wail slicing through no-sound, howling at no-moon. Jaws drop on a masked populace as the rude Emperor lowers his pants and bare bawls it…
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Tonight I Tucked down to the lake For a cool swim In the very last dregs of day. Slipping down to the shore A fine sheen of shifting indigo and silver is The only way to tell where land ends and water begins. Blind, groping my way, Trusting the softness of the lake I am…
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Scare the slow down And exhale Let the flakes settle to the bottom of the snow globe That is your new habitat. Take your full-throttle, lean-in, game-on overdriven break-neckery and Flat out forget it. Breathe in: How quiet it is How clean: When the slate gets a wipe and we notice the rhythm that runs…
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