bird's eye view

give voice to the basement children wounded pieces ferocious & furrowed mouth taped shut deep cuts song silenced banished to the n...

what is it to be beloved? pocketed at ten 'til four on an afternoon in late august pocketed against a small stone picked up from si...

  beholden ~   how do we get from there  to here  here to there  afar from womb & wonder  tightly bound gravity held  to the  per...

i can't separate enough peel myself away from the wonder or the tumult  long       enough to write a word down  maybe i should try ...

 pressed between this alice blue sky of morning  here within the walls of home & things  with every step i circle the drain  of dying ...

What is it that attracts? that pulling together of fragments: moths to flame hands to hearts ink to page  polarized meta...

in the morning when birds are remembering their feathers  i walk with my wee scruffy dog  stumbling over worms & branches & my own r...