Words

Be patient, flower girl. Take time to grow, Teach the importance of knowing. Taking a look at perspective It is always changing. Leave dried seed heads and grasses Pruned back...

in the next room, their heels skimming over dark oak to Sinatra and Como and Bennett crooning from the dusty stereo, we lay in your small bed, sheets thrown...

She saw my first breath. I saw her last. And, in between,      many days of      smiles, shouts,      puddles, clouds      thoughts deluded, denuded,      eluded...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....

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...

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...

For Esther and Johnson Medidi at the dedication of the New Horizons Safehouse in Podu, India, and for the young women of New Horizons....