Day 4: Random Triangle, Liminal Tingle

how do they decide? trees a limb skyward just so, dance geometry of balance with limbs underground we are all of different kinds, greater and lesser, canopy and understory riverine, mountain-calming, back alley priests of the enduring divine, limbs in a tangle, a liminal tingle, their random triangle resonating their lives their own the voice…

Day 12: Where I’m From

where i’m from you don’t shout hallelujah at dawn the sun is speaking you don’t shout it is in the turning open palms, open heart to the sky hallelujah at dawn this world-weary word much mouthed and maligned standing in for the unknown the sun is speaking older words, bright beyond any history unassailable, for…