Spell Against Suicide

  let it tie you to the land with these lines of love we can sing for the rising light wild wellspring beneath our feet above us, holy night within one drum again and again one drum but never again yours don’t let go, before you read these lines the ones that tell you yes,…

Voice and Heart, and Giants Among Us

“These poets who are so arrogant as to learn their own work by heart!” It was pointed at me, in the sort of insider-voice just loud enough to be overheard, but not so bold as to invite direct response. I didn’t need to respond anyhow, i’d said my piece. Out loud. Full voice. The way…