she carries the bright bones of thousands of sunsets her feet have worn curlicues into the skin of the world the sky never tires of stretching above her the seas and the trees [oh the trees, the trees] call her ever home #poetry

oh, my darling look—
the blackbirds are s t i t c h i n g
the sky together again and we alive with ache wending our way beneath the dappled shadows of their wings #poetry

5 random facts about me—quote to play along 1. I identify as a tall hobbit (5’9) 2. I co-own a vision clinic & know a worrying amount about eyeballs 3. Whenever I watch British TV I accidentally adopt the accents 4. I have a wall of clocks—only 1 works 5. My veggie crisper is full of cheese

she is a necromancer of untold stories she finds them in the boneyards and on the shores of salt-rich seas she doesn’t know how to give them back to the minds that should have told them and so she gathers tenderly till her magic dares unfold them #poetry

oh, my darling the way your ballad-body bends stanzas simmering beneath your skin you just don’t know how to be anything but a poem #poetry

oh, my darling you are the bright thread whip-stitching my frayed edges

everyone in this room is writing a poem and the w o r d s are a trembling of possibility and other magics #poetry

Dear One, It’s okay if you don’t “got this.” Some things aren’t possible to be got. And sometimes we are doing far more gotting than any one soul can bear. Be gentle with your lovely self, okay?

oh, my darling what is this world even asking of you what demands do earth and sky —soil and cloud press against the dire plain of your skin? #poetry

oh, my darling I will be a holding of this soft silence with you I will hush my hunger for the hum of your words I will linger long for the song of your speaking I will wait, I will wait for your every unfolding #poetry

oh, my darling do you remember the time we found the glass lake holding its piece of the fragile sky? and the trees bled their green into shades of umber and russet and gold … #poetry

oh, my darling I ache to d i s s o l v e— like sugar upon the tongue —into the soft light of your every thought #poetry

oh, my darling I don’t know how to open these doors b e t w e e n us the window glass is a fog of breath and hope #poetry

oh, my darling your words are birds and they nest in all my hollow p l a c e s #poetry

If you tell me “Let’s get down to business” and defeating the Huns isn’t on the agenda, I’m outta there.

oh, my darling there’s a wildness s t i t c h e d within your skin it thrums and t h r o b s it aches to spin it begs for s t o r m s the sky’s its kin it’s all you are it’s all you’ve been #poetry

she is a study in brevity and bone she has held herself too still—too long the birds mistake her for stone #poetry

oh, my darling I sometimes forget what it is to know the restless thrum of your heartbeat drum drum drumming the divot of my wrist #poetry

she’s got moonlight in her m o l e c u l e s and sea salt in her hair the wind has been her lover—twice and the trees have stripped her bare #poetry

oh, my darling love is an offering of every possible s h e l t e r

oh, my darling hold me the way a b o o k m a r k holds a page like I’m the start of everything else to come

she lives in the place where the bone-flowers bloom —where whippoorwills whisper the moon from its slumber and all her world is a riot of root and moss and umber the night wind pretends not to care for her at all …

oh, my darling that seashell mouth of yours— the way I can hear the ocean roaring behind your smile #poetry

and when night fell at last the wind licked it lips and tasted nothing but sky, sky, sky #poetry

the moon is a poem written upon the skin of the world #poetry

the moon is a poem written upon the skin of the world #poetry

love is a vital repetition

she’s forgotten how to say “I’m sorry” apologies were her first language but they’ve been dying on her lips for years now she grew weary of murdering sorrows never meant for her in the first place #poetry

oh, my darling dream me into the darkling dire stitch me into songbirds b e c k o n i n g wear me as wings through the sky’s bright mire be the author of my gentlest r e c k o n i n g #poetry

oh, my darling I’m drunk on moonlight again lips stained with lunar luminosity hiccuping myself home to the heavens