Words
The Hawk Upon the Garden
The robins flutter-bathed cautiously around me.
I on the lounge, I laid with my book.
The wrens fluster-sung to my proximity.
The chicks demand-chirped from their nook
inside...
baker’s daughter
before the sun is fully crested over the barns,
I pull the yellowy creams from the chest and let them soften into
mornings first familiar yawn.
Peeling...
Still Life
Imagine being free
from technology
Listening to wind borne symphonies
And the silence of shadows
Listen.
Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...
It’s Not Too Late
Walking around the lake this afternoon,
something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn
along the shore, and how the colors glowed,
and the reflections in the water slowed
me...
Lost Highway Wondering
There is a line in the sun
As the crack in an egg
I am wandering the interstate
Walking on tired legs
With dreams as diesel gasoline
A glow...
Cold Night
I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....
When Hurricane Hearts Discuss Retrogrades
Roguish Mercury went on a wicked mission this round,
squared up with Pluto to shine racism in the limelight—
Black boy shot at for needing school...
A Lesson in Deep Time
I stand atop history and geology,
Mineral Mountain, El Dorado.
This continent continues its slow
tilt towards the sun
on the axis of season.
Beneath the melting snow
the Earth...
A New Horizon
For Esther and Johnson Medidi at the dedication of the New Horizons Safehouse in Podu, India, and for the young women of New Horizons....
Last Night
what does everyone want to do
for their last night on earth
walk the high wire
bend over backwards
look up at the stars until they
start to look...
Notes From the Hanged Woman
Face it, we’re wind
From womb to the blue prom.
Remember me licking
Cream off your belly?
I swing soft breasts
Over the bones of the forgotten.
Creation and death
Harbor...
