Category: poetry

  • ashen

    we wore our hearts
       in sticker on
          polyester sleeve
    while whale bone
       held us to north
          and nightfall

             — waiting
    for ghost-trees
       to give over and
          bring blood home
    cellophane crackling
       under our feet of
          cruel winters

    ashen, for that is
       how we lost our
          home

  • steel skies stolen

    there are days
    i wish it would just
    rain & rain & rain
    wash everything away
    down the drains &
    carry us to a place
    where we could
    finally meet again
    you could say, “hey” &
    i could say, “hi” &
    though we’ve never met
    we could be friends
    or maybe lovers
    like we were before
    we fell out of dream

    our steel skies stolen,
    some days
    i wish it would just
    rain.

  • of berry and elder

    of berry red and elder
    i press my blood there
    a thumbprint between
    eye and dusk shadow
    beauty as naked is

    forgive this romance—

    your night drawn in
    fingerbones alone
    i kiss you when you
    dare to look away;
    beat your heart closer.

    i know i know
    these are weary ways
    to cast in cold
    the frost alone

    come now,
    lead us walk
    rose stones to
    water waiting...

  • over graves tonight

    with deadwood limbs 
    and ash grey heart
    we sing scrimshaw
    over graves tonight
    daring winter winds
    of ripping breath away

    a rime of braided rope
    ever taut and untamed
    salt my lips in evensong
    and stolen night away

  • healshake

    healshake the bone
    rattled with seed, me
    emptyhead & healshake
    blackfeather, boreal wind

    my stone, my stone, my stone

    dive ice of waters blue
    deep into the through
    healshake these bones
    rattle them with seed, me

  • at stand

    i am drawn to water
    to stone rising above
    my winter rimes here

    gone to crow to feather
    myself in shimmer & kohl
    a turn to the north
    to the water to flow

    this slipping at moor winds
    could you ever hear?

  • slip

    i sometimes walk a line
    to slip crow or slip stone
    and shed names calling

    hollow temptations
    i slip to fall, burnt bright
    above the wishing well

    cutting up the pieces
    to scatter to the wind
    my lips press a final—

  • under moon

    making simple hard
    until it is hardly simple
    elder oak sitting, up high

    stretch broken wings to fly
    with throat graveled calling
    tumble on turns to fall

    see beyond seeing
    hear beyond hearing
    feel beyond feeling
    scent beyond scenting
    a taste of song stuck
    in craw

    a slip between mistletoe
    come at gloaming
    under our sickle moon

  • mostly nonsense iv

    brown needles pine
    feral underfoot sent

    we slip shadow
    we slip threshold
    glide we to thin
    star the night

    flint the whisper
    that same deep lake
    as you, bone aching

    come now her winter
    crow call that her song
    to this now
    to this here

  • rocking again;

    unpluck the glass shards
    that dog these fingerbones
    let them crunch & grind

    all words fell deaf to ears
    all in the along, perhaps
    needles will let ears feel

    surrendering,
    i climb to wain slumbers
    giving over to rocking again