What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?
Blessingfor Janet Open the door. Let the dust blow in and know me again, here in the curved wrist of […]
Winter Browse In twin-tracks the tender bark’s peeled away, stripped bottom-to-top, south-to-north exposing a weathered skin beneath the black willow, marked […]
Like the Moon entire, even in shadow and storm, obscured when hung like a rim of ice from a glass […]
Samhain Even the air is thin. The giving ground cracks in brittle bones underfoot the dust of things scatter as […]
Bearberry, Autumn We know about grief, said the scarleted bearberry, densely thicketing rock to rock, twining with heather, avens, salix, […]
August No, not that way, they giggled moving like sun-shafts between branch and leaf winged, gossamer, horned, talon-toed taking my […]
Watershed Case I’m not saying they are the unmoving, blind stones — I don’t really believe stones are unmoving or […]
Compass Plant Silene acaulis A sly wind threads the muck-moated hillocks drawing reeded breadths across lichen-rough stone, shuttle humming. What […]
Pandora’s Heart I. I could open it for you, said the gyrfalcon, all talons, and I remembered. The spruce branch […]
Geography* for Stella Like sutures in a skull we have stitched ourselves together two lives in apposition at the measured […]