RITUAL

I ask first the trees, honoring the foliage that shades fragile skin, Will you take root in my heart? I ask the black and gold glittering sands, Will you accept the imprint of my passing? I ask the ocean, placing palms and soles upon shores cooled by your blessing,...

Mother

Waves lap at my feet as I stare down sunset, myself a fixed object on the shore, bringing to mind reclamation, our oceanic mother calling me back and through time, sloughing off my scales, crawling onto the sand to admire her from another angle; perhaps only this, in...

Common Ground

I go down burrowing, a badger unearthing for the sake of it, a sort of mining known only to the creature and sometimes the human heart, the latter less willing to surrender its complexities; On the surface doves appear to assert territoriality, the movement stitched...