Little Intimacies

Little Intimacies

Body to body on the branch, two birds groom each other. I lean my back against the tree. A spider...

Ready Every Day

Thinking, so confined a thing. Let me write from no-thought, from the emptiness filled with dear Dark Mater. Quantum Mother,...

Unstoppable

Unstoppable

Unstoppable, that edge where dark meets light. In the dusk of my life, cresting curves engulf. Can incantations face such...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Trailing Clouds

Does not deserving come with birth?Trailing clouds of worthiness, we arrive as innocents. But the child shrinks and slackens, bludgeoned...