Tending the Bones

The sun bleeding in the western sky, draining slowly, the nocturnal plain. What ends, what persists. Gathering in sylvan fields, forming constellations with our bodies, trees looming as lost angels do, beseeching the sky. We listen, we wait, parting our lips and extinguishing the lanterns, a shallow breath. As the moon rises she pulls […]

Beachcomber

I’ll make sense when I can, lover, and wander the shores when I can’t, for someone once told me that salt water heals all things. As the tide ebbs I’ll gather the bones and glass left behind, I’ll pluck glimmering pearls from hollowed carrion eyes, I’ll cast silent spells on the wet stones. I […]

Shadow Garden

Death, that “sad bone,” that “good night,” our “dream kingdom,” stirring within us “like a barking where there are no dogs” — the poets have named it well. As self-aware and lethal creatures, death haunts and inspires our imaginations, signifying not only finitude and sorrow, but transition and transformation. I have always been fascinated by literatures exploring this […]