moon ismy anchor into safety,womb darkness, moon inside belly soft and round. moons for eyes, a beating moon heartbloodied but throbbing with power. i love you and i love the world broken as it is. and i am hurting, deep, to the bone, grief calcified, moon becoming bone bearing griefmy backbone of nourishmentifollow you inContinue reading “moon mad”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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