Poetry

the woman who married a bear

I’ve never seen a bear bared to air, skinned to a pearled blue — the color of inside shells or secrets. I’ve heard hunters shudder — how human they look, hung Continue reading

Roses

Four roses drinking from a blue vase, the first one I name Moment of Gladness, the second, Wresting Beauty from Fear. All year I watched my beloved disappearing, the sweet fat Continue reading

Whereas I did not desire

WHEREAS I did not desire in childhood to be a part of this but desired most of all to be a part. A piece combined with others to make up a Continue reading