Poems and Rivers

I am of poems and rivers. I stand as it all works around my footing. I am held, wordless and watchful. While I fish, while I write, waiting on delight, a fight, not knowing what’s next, a broad turn downstream, a desperate run to hidden structures, a sudden gasp at twisting flight then plunging to […]

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Voyageur

He is of the North, and prays in the way of water and fire, elements of journey, paddling through an expanse of wild vanquish, ravaged by love unrequited, on voyage many years, passage and portage, the depths on one side, the forest on the other, a darkening mystery below and above. Each offer their bounty […]