Lined now, still the envy of the crows and the mockingbirds. Weighed down by stones wound tightly in gold and silver. Tapping the hard...

First nightfall draws first blood. A New Year is nothing new to her, but the poetry in this is too obvious to pass by. So she draws this...

Just there. That great wide moon sliding through the dusty pink sky toward the horizon Toward the foothills. And my heart skips a beat. 6...

She wakes me out of a heavy sleep, the earliest darkest hours of the morning. Placing her head on the pillow beside me, though she does...

Every 29 and a half days, marking the start of the lunar cycle. We are plunged into darkness, and in the darkness, things begin to line...

My mother worries. She can’t help but want to pull us back into the nest. But we aren’t baby birds. We are shape shifters born to...

Horseradish root stings the air while Aspen golden fire burns out the last of the blue in the sky. Dense clouds mask the show of stars...

Love the foundation but do not forget the way it moves. The earth is a sturdy but she shifts like anything else. #reminder #poetry...

Standing in an empty field. Paint this. You are on fire. You are a small bird, he is handing you a rifle. Paint this. It is raining and...

The day I was born I fought back. Crammed up as high as I could go with my back against the light. I wonder if I knew then. But in the...

How stark the white of the snow is, clinging to the new green of the trees. This storm breaks exactly the way I do when you call for me....

Wandering down a familiar stretch of road, winter and spring chasing each other overhead. The light fades and the whole world slips in...

I just have to say this. I no longer believe you when you tell me that God does not exist. In a world drawn out with such stark contrast,...

Coming home. To a place that is made of flesh and blood and earth and sky. A whisper in the falling night. Woven together with scar...