Hot spring-nearly-summer golden hours, the slow heat under your skin, soft, child-like time spent as sweat skims down your back, your arms damp with it and yet, slow wind stirs and we rest. Eyes up, trees creak and whisper, long white birch arms drape, ruffled…

There’s only one true path. Merely peer through the tree tops to find it, encircled in the highest branches, not the rain forest’s emergent stems and leaves, a promise of fresh air, nourishing humanity’s lungful laments, but the sun-baked, burnt autumn decay of political scrum,…

“I heart you.” She says, as he carves into the branch with his dull-bladed pocket knife. His was the kind of knife a Boy Scout would have. Only he wasn’t a Boy Scout. The blade peeled away the bark in small flakes, eroding the trust…

Hour 4 Prompt Letter For my sister   we seemed easier in the days before chaos and cancer and changing into superheroes when all we needed to be was weak and open to each other so we could lean into each other while we leaned…

carved heart never realised how far the stars went till i was forced to sleep under them for weeks — or rather try to sleep when really too scared to dream for fear of deserts of orange dust to drift too far into the lake…

Thirsty ground has become Crispy stalks of breakable Slices of deceased grass   Bright blooms have wilted As parched petals surrender Falling in finality   Dry gray stones revealed The brook losing moisture While gaining ground   Tall trees without care Their penthouse leaves Still…

Deserts Lament Deserts are an interesting place Deserts are as different are you are from me From sand and dirt to verdant waste And as different from waters from oceans to seas   Deserts are as different are you are from me They can be…

Water in a million ways, From misty mornings, end of days, And between which round us splays,   We shelter from its touch.   Umbrella-ed, cloud-filled plashing ‘bout To rampant tears that trickle out, And both wash away the hurtful doubt.   We shelter from…

While walking in the woods one day, I came upon a tree. It reached up high, majestic Its grandeur called to me. I took my time exploring Its ancient roughened bark And when I came to the other side I spied a time-worn mark. A…

In this 5th hour I feel the need to say I am a black woman With black children Who matter to me. In this, the 5th hour… It is important that you see My black family is just as important as all you have produced…