“I think I knew,” Ivan said slowly. “Back then I mean. I knew but I didn’t want to know.” “When we showed you Pey,” Mava replied knowingly, then added with a hint of reproach, “You didn’t like it.” The two of them were sitting a little way downstream from the clearing, beyond the fern grove,… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part XI
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We Are
I wrote and recorded this poem at an extremely magical time and place in my life. Do you feel it as you listen?
A Place in the Forest, Part 10
Mava had returned to their place in the forest every day, for many days, but Ivan had not appeared. That was alright. There was so much to do in this place. So many other creatures, from the most minute ant, clay-red and soft as a smudge, to the most gigantic moose, imperial and somber-eyed, passed… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 10
Overfull
Waking up from a dream of being unable to breathe, a longing for air having forgotten how to draw breath, I am wracked Chaos clarifying in the space of an hour, becoming still so I can look down and see the intricate life below the surface of the water The rain which filled my mouth… Continue reading Overfull
A Place in the Forest, Part 9
It was already dusk when Ivan’s father beckoned him from the open doorway. The cool blue light of evening hovered thickly just outside the house; descending the two front steps, his father was quickly immersed in it, the warm yellow of firelight draining from his head, his shoulders, last of all his feet. Uncertainly, Ivan… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 9
A Place in the Forest, Part VIII
As if reading his mind, Mava stopped quite suddenly several paces ahead of Ivan. She didn’t turn to look at him, but he thought he could read something in the stillness of her silver-haired head, the poised look of her long, down-turned pointed pink ears that showed like fins on either side. “We’re here,” she… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part VIII
Illumination
storms gather above the treetops dark and swaying alive with a story The crows swirl and settle swirl and settle black snow thrown up from a bicycle tire the first fat drops of rain fall cold and heavy with foreboding or with promise There Will Be More the air is cool and thick my hair… Continue reading Illumination
It Is
I ran to the river I walked in up to my waist I let fall the pebbles I had been carrying To my surprise they did not sink But dissolved straight away Coming undone there in the water I thought about my life coming undone All the rooms I’ve had All the dishes I’ve washed… Continue reading It Is
The Back Steps
Gold light streams at a low angle through the trees Heavy on my eyelids as if I am dazed Each falling leaf a glowing yellow page breathing A story we’ve been telling all our lives Your voice takes me back through the channel A deep ocean river of time flowing forever From your impossibly green… Continue reading The Back Steps
My Love is a Planet
fingers sinking feeling squishing I gather the springy coils of your curls and my palm remembers moss damp organic spongy thick yielding softly sapling sighing smushing my face into yours breathing you in my nose remembers the wholeness of your body and your vines are twining round me so now my branches grow in spirals… Continue reading My Love is a Planet
Queen of Elves 