Turning over. Please do not let me lose the miracle of revelation.

earth, water, plants; they don't blink in and out, dither or forget themselves. i shut my eyes and lie down in homage.

Swelling from the day seed potential yet to be mouthed I imagine tasting tongue tip to cold bud of water, each a song-note that casts its...

you don’t have to show me your bones, let me rise and dress and walk out into the morning.

yes, somewhere shelters a golden afternoon. Here, rest easy.

I no longer cut so deeply or raise suffering skyward need slips through porous skin, gravities care sifts it back to soil .

like ash, blown by the kiss of fire and cupping the dew of dawn.

I set out to lead you astray, fate, the allotted intersection of life and death, here and now. Even if there is no choice, there is a...