Nursery

internet, off now breathing, noticed ears dancing with rain down eve spouts family, hugged, fed, dispersed to their corners paw, across cat’s face wood floor, brightened with daylight through clouds, appreciated aspect, spacious eyes, closed lungs, expanding...

From the Women Who Called Forth the Muse

a little flash poetry, for Steph Kent Amidst yet another abstract conversation among the wisest of men Steph showed up fully asking: I’d be interested, if you’re game to share, what you found after the failure of forgiveness? Oh! lovely witness question...