What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?
Tree Mink It looks nothing like it, that inky drip of summery mink who streamed into my winter’s dream and […]
December 2020 Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve decided to wait and not publish today’s poem, insteadposting it as […]
Yes, and watch this, said the birch.It isn’t about the dancing leaves or dogged snow, but what happens to the […]
Lupine for Zoe The lupine bloomed late this year, purpling the south-facing slope with glossy necks in proud clusters, strutting […]
Seine Night pulls over autumn here not quite like a quilt nor a thick cloud of birds that darken the […]
Benediction Even as the snow is dusting the mountain, like ash the old birch glows with arms outstretched, as if in […]
Quest It’s a legend, a myth but aren’t they all, the stories that call to us, like a wind pulling at our […]
Question Ask another question said the humpback as it slapped in shining skin and rolled a fin-swell out of sea […]
Grass Seeds Storm tossed, the stout stems bent their heavy heads to the ground where they waited as if they […]