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I used to carry a cathedral in my pocketSanctified by the hush between a silver kiss and the upwelling of iron and salt that served in place of tears.There was a time when a maelstrom lived behind my eyes, haunting the tips of my fingersand the corners of my lips, hungering and gravid.Sometimes still it … Continue reading Home

Threaded

The world is rent open;I would mend it.And if I cannot, I will decorate the edges,a fine tracery, veined to feed us.We all of us need those wild places,after all,where our own brokenness may settle again into that strange song that is our self.Let it arise in you,and in each other.Nurture the bramble and the … Continue reading Threaded

Place

Noticing is it seemsThe truest of magicsWe look at things as they look backIn open wonder that we see them so constrictedlyHeld so carefully inside ourselves that we become parasiteSymbiosis rejected for submissionYet the hunger remains in us, gnawingOur bellies contract painfully at the voidAnd so they cry out to us, who will not hear … Continue reading Place

Across the Threshold

Skin-slipped snake-likeUnused as I am to allowing the simple grace of tenderness, of transition.Struggling against sensitivity,Callow, gawky without my sharp-edges,No longer a creature against which the world may break itself,I am instead broken open.With a finality like birth, like dying into myself,Strangely conscious of everySingleMoteGlistening diamonds in the web.Trailing fingers as across the lips of … Continue reading Across the Threshold