I keep dreaming of hills Big hills. They rise out of flat land, a tower of road I have to climb. The call beyond the crest changes. At times, it...

The water is still today. It's one of those days when the sun and breeze cancel each other out, and you forget that you need sunblock. Soft spring...

You never long to want or want to long. You only want to be wanted for so long that your bones crack into dust like gray grindings of the peppercorn.

I hear the lonesome wind come in against the moored boats' bones as I load the warm laundry into the van. A dog tethers a woman across the street....

Nature doesn't die when the snow falls like hushed ash. It sleeps. All that remains, the stems and stalks and seed clusters that hint of sprouts and...

I dreamed there were mushrooms growing from your head once. I woke and wondered, and it scared me. But then I tasted mushrooms. Truly. Felt them...

The Devil comes in the nighttime, but the angels come beside. Free under cover of darkness, the fallen and risen abide. Together, they dance in the...

The year scurries on like black squirrels in red leaves. Stillness comes in her end, but we will await her. Even as we scamper - as we scatter - as...

There is blood on the Samhain and Aurora brings her in painted in the colors of the fallen and the children. Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of...

We've been battered for millenia, maladaptive traits to live while the things that made us human from the world have been hid. In the gardens, on...

I lay my body down each night - the only peace I know. No matter where or what I fight, I never stand alone. Bruised and battered, weary, worn we...

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