Listening to You Sing: A Poem

How to be here, how to be me— worthy of you, of our proximity—The bright gold spirit on your breath, of untold potentiality and depthPure and yours, known as the blood in your veinsand sweat in your poresGrown, fermented, bottled, liquid can’t compareto the spirit in your core.

two bittersweet nightshade, fifty clover, orchard grass, six ghosts, and four spirits

how many encircle you, apple tree, nowo’layers o’layers stack-side more,the core of your trunkcounting rings of a cross section,still-direction, to be so many things,if you can see, how many are we?togethered, apartedI trust only you, hope-thing of healingcount us for true, one may say oneI am— alone, but no—beings stand beside mebelow us as well, … Continue reading two bittersweet nightshade, fifty clover, orchard grass, six ghosts, and four spirits

Poetry: End of Journey’s Rest

I found myself wandering among words, Tongue tied but knowing what I’d heard, Those letters and sounds dutifully spurred Me to take upon my name Jaybird. All my many visions become blurred, Futures and pasts I may call absurd. From one to another, a thought is transferred And I am awoken by a mere word.

Learning to Flow: Word Counts and Short Story Writing Goals

I’ve dedicated this month of November to finishing the first draft of my short story compilation during the annual novel writing contest NaNoWriMo. On November 24 I surpassed the 50k word count that signifies a winner and continued on as my compilation wasn’t complete. Yesterday, just a day or so shy of December 1st, I … Continue reading Learning to Flow: Word Counts and Short Story Writing Goals