You, dark bird, bashing shadowy the window s of my soul, Cease!
Fluttering, your screams scraping echoing, pushing this tide over, so far, up to the sky,
swallowing everythingswirlingvortexall of me,
whole.
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This Horse
In this lotus
on a river
of coffee
pale parchment blue petals crinkle
in the offshore breezes. Where are
the Horses? Raging upriver, come.
I feel your presence in the strands
of water, memory of mermaid locks
come and curl around my arms,
like dragon’s blood charged with
moonlight. The clay begins to cake,
lifted from the water into breathless
air, the stillness waiting for the
spark, ignition, come.
THIS HORSE I RIDE, COME
Do not flicker like faerie light-
stay this course liquid pigment
passion your foot prints left
behind, come.
Mayan serpents sketch
Poetry in linework.
The Biggest Cookie Monster
I want to think of Orange but my mind is filled with White.
White fur everywhere.
The smiling shaman teasing me about TiMe and sPaCE.
The BIGGEST cookie monster. EVER.
He has shifted to the Everywhere, only hours ago, a breath’s worth of time in memory.
Dances.
Movement.
Goodbyes.
Greetings.
On May 16, 2011 our dear alpha wolf, Dante, passed over the Rainbow Bridge at the age of 18. He has helped raise awareness about wolves and wolf-hybrids at home at Never Cry Wolf Rescue and Adoptions and traveling around California to all kinds of schools, libraries, and fun events. Although we are deeply saddened by his passing, he whispered to me that he doesn’t want us to be sad too long – and to keep up the good work by helping the wolves and sending cookies to the kids…
If you would like to help you can visit us on Facebook, our website, share our links and messages, volunteer if you live close enough, or send in a donation to help pay for food, medical care, and other wolfy necessities like fencing, repair tools, or caravan upkeep. We are a Non-Profit organization and appreciate any help we receive. You can also book a wolf visit for your special event.
Thank you Dante, for the time you spent with us!
a poem.
elemental wolves
It. is.
not.
the 100th
day of summer.
we shall.
wear.
our fur
coats.