The leaves are stiff
with winter’s breath...

Root yourself
just like a tree...

I wake
and it lingers...

Take a light moment
each day...

With the hard bristle brush
I take to my flesh...

I sink beneath the sheets
and they are pressed...

“But what is it that afflicts you, child?” The...

Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...

I must restrain from nursing you-
from thinking you and I are kin from common hurt...

As long as we eat from this turbulent Earth
this will thrive as a swarm of blazing bees...

I will never fall through the stations again.
The panels of vibrant salvation...

My sister took a goblet dive
in the autumn woods...