Storm Serpent Dream Therapy: A Poem for a Sleepless Spring Night

one step, two steps, threes... under blankets, I stirs and twitches from dreamsthe seeds of me is not yet green and yet I feel the growI am pillows in the earth, dark, damp, deeps belowbarely alive, buried like dead, humming in snoresI turns, twists, breathes… whispers my glowsI talk in shadows, only almost gone, naked … Continue reading Storm Serpent Dream Therapy: A Poem for a Sleepless Spring Night

Postcard #51: Please, Tell Me the Sidewalks are Clear Up Ahead

The snow days since I've been last seen, have been heavy.  Like usual, when I walked into the snow, it seemed soft enough, the kind of white like sweet cake cut into slices by the shovels and plows, pretty enough to eat.  You know.  The kind of cake-snow that is so fresh and clean before … Continue reading Postcard #51: Please, Tell Me the Sidewalks are Clear Up Ahead