I dreamt we were wild once I saw us running the steeps We felt the wind, the way it only feels to the free things We knew it’s secret name, and how to call it to us how it came outpacing us and lifting us up and up. We were flying then, the wind pulling … Continue reading
If you captured all the light in a day, it would not be there. If your hearing was lost, it would matter very little because you will never hear it. If you burned all the trees trying to root it out, it would not be found. The memories of stars, Long darkness bursts of new … Continue reading
For months now, I dream of mountains. I see their majesty and quiet charm when I close my eyes day or night. Their magnificence is burned into my mind… shadow images standing firm and powerful. I image someday something else will haunt the inner contours of my retina. But I draw from these images, with … Continue reading
