"I will gather the 
shattered bones,

reconstruct the 
architecture of 

your form.."

-Find the rest of this piece on page 44 of the linked issue.

Isis' Promise- After the story of Isis and Osiris, from Ancient Egypt 

Poetry/Art collaboration for a local library exhibition- it was voted "Best Poem" by attendees.
 
"There is a Place for you Here*
You may not believe it
You may not, as yet,
be able to see it-
but I promise you love,
you’ll come in from the cold..."

There is a Place for You Here*

A work generated by Voidspace’s Pick a Word prompt; includes a template and tutorial for you to print out and create your own copy of this piece.! 

Clippings

This piece was a collaboration with the wonderful comic book artist, Jason Novak.

"I cannot let you go;
not when kissing you is 
a swell of strings,
loving you a symphony..."

-See the link for the original post! 


Nocturne 

Helicopter

Before becoming a parent
I never realized

how much hurt is caused
in trying to prevent it;
how guarding against trauma
creates its own

how watchful eyes can blink
to police searchlights aiming
to capture..."

*See link for full piece!

Helicopter 

""The only thing I want,"

you said.

"is a piece of the sun

for my floor lamp. I'll

save it for a rainy day,

when the sky is gloom

and depression creeps under

my comforter. 

Flip a switch: burn them out."

-Read the rest at the above link!

Setting Myself on Fire to Give You the Sun

"We do not give enough credit to weeds; 
their will to thrive where they land..."

-Read the rest of this little poem on pages 19-20 of the linked issue. 

Ode to Seeds Which Sow Themselves 

"I float through days between fog shrouded shores
with fingers trailing paths in algae green
surroundings painted wet with wide brush, blurred
my only destination: in between..."

-Read more of this piece on page 14 of the linked issue.

Ship in a Bottle 

"I don't remember how we met,
with us, there is no "before." 

When we love, 
we come together like
magma to the ocean waves
           Colliding...."

-Continue reading  on page 37 of the linked issue.

Lament of the Old Man's Daughters- After Manabush and the Origin of Fire, from the Menominee Nation

"I don't remember how we met,
with us, there is no "before."

When we love, we come together like
magma to the ocean waves
            Colliding...."

-To continue reading, click through to the link!

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