The bullfrog behind my cabin has returned. He sings deep-throated melodies at dusk that reverberate out and over the river valley. I split oak logs into kindling for the early May frost and listen. I can feel the pain of loss in the depth of his song, the known feeling of holding a thing so…

I walk the perimeter of my yard considering the layers of time underneath. I start at my toes, the curvature of my ankles, the scars and freckles that dot my calves and thighs. The history of this body, the generations of stories buried within. There seems to come right steady a next day, next year,…

We rise. Remember. Rage. We plant our feet to mats in prayer. Our feet to pedals. Feet to concrete and take off, so far and so fast. We are so fast. The past won’t even see us. Maybe we’ll outrun it. Out smart it. Out do it with all our new language and systems. We…

Six months at best he said, yet time feels irrelevant to me. We went places emotionally I’ve never been with people I’ve known half my life. Twelve and a half weeks was all I held her, yet nine months later I can still hear her heart beat. The size of a fig…. The lifespan of…

Silly. Shitty. Pretty. Pity. Girl you’re a mess. Get over here. And give in to me. Careful. Crying. Tormented. Trying. Woman, you are home. Needed. Nurtured. Fulled up. and Found. Ain’t nowhere else you need to be. Nobody to tell you how to do what only you can do in that divine way you be…

I’ve lost myself in this hot sick sweat, allowed myself to be devoured– dinner for the dark. Night after night, offering myself as sacrifice… paralyzed in Hades persistence, his shadow ever-present. And yet, in this desperate fever-pitch, I notice a glimmer from the tiny flecks embedded within the black velvet of his robe. And while…

When things break apart, you feel this salty undercurrent sweep in, lifting your warm home boat up and out over you, slowly carrying it adrift, dissecting it stick by stick. No longer yours, perhaps never was. And there you are– exposed, anxious, thrashing for its familiar refuge. Microbes and neurons enveloping you– firing and burning,…

There is all around me this infinite grey, hovering slightly above and ever so gently around the barren branches of winter. I lose myself in its embrace, its morning swaddling of all the things. The frozen soil, contentedly fallow. The purple finch with its frosted set of raspberry wings. A fallen fraser fir, awaiting its…

I awoke to find a layer of frosted white. A soft fuzzy coat on December everything. The shiny new metallic of the tin roof. The freshly stained poplar of the picnic table. Coating each blade of grass. Filling the hollowed crevice of every crunchy fallen leaf. I stood at my bedroom door drinking in this…

Please be soft with me, I pleaded into the night, seeking solace in my ancient sisters resting so close above me. Somehow I’d managed to inhabit a home just underneath their warm yellow bodies. So near to me I could stand on my tippy toes and touch their long lustrous tails. I don’t wish to…