In Order That I Might Live

You know the way the wind begins to shift direction once the earth tilts boldly towards the sun How the orange light becomes all liquid Pooling where once there was shadow Its abundance spilling further and further into night And how slowly, the ground begins to rise Swelling with anticipation It is then I throw […]

The Shouldering of Light

Yesterday I woke to light that burned orange through the curtain and birdsong that hung thick among the canopy Dawn was pushing hard through dense fog and the earth felt the strain profoundly and exquisitely In the stillness of that early morning while wrapped in a dull loneliness I recognized Her effort How even the […]

The Slant of Motherhood

As I loosely stare out the window water begins to bead up, heavy and ripe, upon the glass One droplet slides down the pane then another My eyes trace their path each sphere of water now forming a queue on the window sill below Collecting, dispersing, collecting again Fickle We need this rain but I […]

Life in the Bardo

I remember how the floor gave way the moment my mom died She stopped breathing and I fell into a deep nothingness Around me stood the shells of my brothers and sisters To my left, sat my dad crumpled in upon himself And all of us hung suspended in space both liminal and raw our […]

Sunlight + Prophetic Imagination = Revolution

When I was a little girl I used to spread out on my back under trees and watch the sunlight tickle the tips of the leaves. Their shadows would flutter across my face and ripple down my arms in a flurry of fantastic patterns. And then, as the sun slowly arced and bent, my eyes […]