Weaver’s Prayer

With notion shorn from the hide of stark presence, preened into the spinning wheel of poetry, a verse woven of the slow mind, the eye of the whole soul, offered to the shivering and destitute part of me, you, we cloak ourselves in the love of one day’s worth of revelation, of a simple reckoning […]



The day dies young in winter, into the dusky cold… o go inside it says, make fire! I am declining, remaining, out beneath the indigo. In this descending, thoughts and moods laid low, as waiting, as dormant, the silent length of nearing night is hard, a rasp on the cheek, a bite on the ear, but […]