Bounded

The breadth of one day bounded by water like in a spell. Sweet breath of anise in the almost-cool morning,dawn coming so early to wipe the spilled stars a startled buck jumping and kicking down the main road the granite bouldersRead more…

Enough

Tomorrow is the shadow of glass towers. Breathe the way into morning, one lifting filling including earth fire, the robin throat sky, flesh-pale elm roots, the sheltering hills. Enough. Sell your ideas of yourself at bargain prices. Take up yourRead more…