Longtime poet residing in Virginia's Blue Ridge Mountains
Howling at the Zia Pueblo
Close to midnight I am speeding aimlessly through the back roads of New Mexico. Florence + The Machine blasting from my speakers as I am looking for some place to pull over for the night.
The Secrets That Explode Us
“GET OUT OF THE HOUSE, GIRLS! THERE’S GAS IN THE HOUSE! GIRLS! GET OUT!” My mother shriek-bawls, obliterating the silence previously stilling the house. The next moment, my mother is sobbing, huddled on the porch within her four family members, who didn't smell anything like a gas leak. Her senses are shaken, still interrupted by the smell of sulfide and a vision of our house exploding.
There was a mistake my plans for the night rearranged. What I cared about became obsolete. I called for you, turned out you were waiting for me, too
Notes on Playing in Taut Ravines
When I was a young child, I had a wild heart. I was defiant and feral. When we moved out into the county from the heart of suburbia, I was five and a half years old…and I spent most of my time playing alone outside. I ranged the miles and miles of open, gently rolling hills behind our property, for years, without even a dog’s protection. And, closer to home, I played in a semi-deep ravine, the outlet of our neighbor’s deer pond. Its quiet rich earth seemingly always a moment’s breath away from breaking, the top crumbling down to meet the soft loamy bottom soil below. A drier and deeper ravine lead from a usually dry creek to our opposite neighbor’s stock pond. Both of these ravines were dangerous in their own right. The soft dark and deep chasm to the right of our property seemed a faery realm, but it was only held up by the roots of a perpetually falling burl oak. The other, a dry gash of parched earth, promised rattlers and other dangerous animals.
To Make You Feel Alone
Miles away we are distant as water Sweeping miles past shores and far lands You're feet away And all I can do is cry
ZIA The hatchback burned across desert sands having come from another land speeding up to tear through another dimension
I. Named Ash Having ignited and burned away this girl I do not now recognize the remains grey-black named Ash.
What Is Your Soul's Color?
What is your soul’s color? No shining, elusive Aura, outside… What are you within? Do you try to hide - The ruby of pomegranate, of a