wild + domesticated + soil

flames flicker in the fireplace, slow to start - paper is quick to ignite, but there's no staying power. there's just lots of potential.   by the hearth, a cat curls up, warming its paws on rough-hewn stone flooring. domesticated for now, and back to wild mischief soon.   (and you, under the sunlight, with… Continue reading wild + domesticated + soil

Poetry 101 Rehab: Rain

watch her: she is the rain. watch as she comes and goes at a whim, flitting through the atmosphere. she has the motion of someone who knows: she's transient. taps at the window, light and playful and clear. this is nothing substantial. (not even enough of her present to appease the gods) see her play jabbing… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Rain