poems

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boxes and boxes hadn’t been forgotten

a poet once said, I died a hundred times

heartwarming gesture, mystery.

I’m drawn to the relationship between climate migrations

the horror of loss, my spells and rituals -

a place where encounters with, and feelings,

might coexist peaceably with the spiders.

Of course, this takes more than than if

we all become wild and fearless.

kindly requesting a drink

Every intimacy is early!

Cowboy struggles ahead.

To calm down in, especially near, water

is a chance to effect their spells,

in empty juice cartons.

Forgiveness awakens time of renewal.

Let’s talk as if we might very essence

our way through the storm.