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we hold these seeds [poem]

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The Caves – a poem

There are no boundaries here.  The tide rises to permeate these caves and I welcome the drowning, like mountain honey on a starved tongue. Salted ocean is a cold and wet woman, awake to the billions of stars in her waters. She: an expanse, cosmic… Read More

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A Wild Hymn – a poem

a wild hymn  Their footprints gather around the stone.  The ancient birthburial ground.  The place hidden among the lindens.   It’s as if I can see them here, women in the woodland; knelt in prayer, anointed, weaving, drumming through the centuries.  Maybe         … Read More

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Salmon Bodies

flash fiction We go upstream, against the flow of salmon bodies throwing themselves on the rocks. They are spawning in spite of the ruins. Resilience was something I learned first from my mother and my father, through her table loom and his greenhouse. I learn… Read More

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Alaskan Salt

I have always liked the feeling of being cradled by mountains. This is something I have told you, when I was frightened in a ceaselessly flat desert, but this is something you have forgotten. It is summer. I find that I also like the feeling of… Read More