Four Fragments

Four Fragments

  fragment 4:14-15               …still the air, what rusty trill unsettles from the tree?   I am listening for the direction of your next call.                                     My whole body devout…   …the river’s water is a glass of sky rounding...
Yielding

Yielding

  From the branches I catch the flicking of an eastern kingbird, it’s raspy call like lost memory on the damp wind. In this moment all is only the bird and I, my hand and it’s wing, it’s song and the salty taste of my own words held ablaze in my mouth. It is a...
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