A fairy in the woodland bit my mother one day and simultaneously the trees began to respirate loudly, releasing me with hissing,...

March 25, 2025 retreat move on transform mutate grow old disappear rise fly away gone are the days of holding on soft words and leather...

March 23, 2025 tears before strangers and drinking bad wine brings me up against you again my poet and maker of maps one who led the way...

March 22, 2025 Things recede I forget to think of you but the turkey vultures are back and the juncos still remain in this inbetween home...