I can feel the new in my whole body – the changes and shifts of my inner membranes. My chest-cave expands with fresh breath. And how much is leaving just like a small death. The places that have held me demand their farewells. The hills that have been a home, paths that have a storyContinue reading “Frontiers”
"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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