The full moon rolls in the southern sky; it is time to practice your craft. You will wander through ruins, your hair unkempt, your face a long sea voyage. Cut down to the ground the bleeding heart; let roses go to hips. October will kindle the vines. Colchicum will open its lavender mouth.     Continue reading

I think of you and a crow charges out of a spruce tree screeching black exclamations into a suddenly windy evening. Smoke from fires in high forests is settling into this valley. The smell of it insinuates into all our corners. Everything has been hazy all day. As the sun falls, the dimming sky turns… Continue reading

I want you to know the Chinese porcelain beast grins. The glare in the clouds does not light my way. The lavender candle burns. I listen to the radio. Rain. The year falls toward the dark. Gold on the mountain. Alders turn brown. Wet boards. I want you to know, the baskets weave together. The… Continue reading

The roses begin to fade and I consider closing the windows at night but choose blankets instead. I dream that an old friend has taken to drink again, and the pain of it blooms in the dark cavern of my chest, a deep- red lily, a beautiful wound. Berries ripen on the bushes. Uncountable birds.… Continue reading