As my grandmother told me, as her grandmother and great grandmother told her, the Abenakis retreated from northern New England to Canada during the war. My great great grandmother was a full blooded Den Mother. I suspect she’s responsible for the lucid snow dreams; the ones where I can talk to my grandmother or hear…Read more Bloodline
O
O God O Him Offered the death of innocence Elohim Out of obedience Buried in the silence of shame Lived in the tomb of this body for years O God O Him Taken again behind the altar O God O Him Felled in pools Of tears, blood, vomit, piss When lying Was no longer an…Read more O
Bend
My Great Wall has taken over half a lifetime to build as such, I didn’t appreciate the disruption that left me breathless and sweating like some cheap rotisserie chicken, all featherless and exposed. This time last year I was doing yoga in the loft one last time before loading the truck. Golden hour would never…Read more Bend
Skin Hunger
Epidermal armor That’s what bones are for Some mothers don’t get to numb the pain Bleeding out Pleading in The existential ache of existing Empty forks Fucking over spacious plates Shifting the once familiar Hollowed ground Of a sacred dream We’ve yet to wake To yearn To burn scream, touch, taste, feel See you’re all…Read more Skin Hunger
Sun Riff
Sun Riff It’s this our of the day When the north facing light Warms Moon pond And yellow grasses bend Over red earth Away from Your approaching absence That I long to drown in wine and why and wonder About faint scents lingering on Throw pillows Scattered on the cold sheet Tossed over Cold shoulders…Read more Sun Riff
Drift
Fell into Shore You fell into me Parched Water Mosely Wotta Fella Fell her Little sapling Sisters You always shit on the downtown Nothing was ever good enough Even the hole you stole Bored empty drowning Wet Bet on you Bed her down There is no current In a lake I got too tired Of…Read more Drift
Golden Slumbers
Everything after birth Bends life Like light refracting off road maps Blinding us Between moon phases Sun rises and settings In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means To recover from existential separation The Source From which we can never be Truly divided Shame, shadow, blame, guilt Holy redemption Broken…Read more Golden Slumbers
Font
The healing powers of water are too easily forgotten until the moment we find ourselves submerged and are forced to remember. We remember the importance of breathing, of silence, of surrender to holy be-ingness. Weightless, worryless and unencumbered by the busyness of endless tasks that devour each week leaving us little more than smoldering ash.…Read more Font
Alightment
photo credit: Nathan Vines Somewhere between the second star to the right and straight on till mourning, I left Bend and landed here. Parts of myself remain in transit only to return when I sleep hard enough to pull the island across the country till the shores of South Beach kiss the sidewalks of Wall…Read more Alightment
People, Please
The roots of my people-pleasing began in the lap of a pedophile not soon after an otherwise healthy child would be uttering the word no. For roughly a decade I complied with his advances because I’d seen what happened to the people around him, grown adults in much bigger bodies than my own at the…Read more People, Please
Born in Providence 