Guinevere

“I loved the sun and it burned me. I loved the moon and it was cold.  I loved the wind and it thrilled me. I loved the earth and lost its hold…”

The Voice of Moss

“My voice had burrowed in a tree,  shaped like a small gray mouse…” A short, rhyming, fairy tale.

“I am clay, hardened into human shape— as much the stuff of stars as the stuff of mire….” A poem about the struggle between flesh and spirit.

“It's midnight, and the world's still upside down….” A poem about the fear of new love. And fairy tales.

“I found a gateway in the forest, doorless,   Rooted in my mind's gut….” A poem about imagination and freedom

“If cold rain fell in arrow heads, it would pierce, even to the marrow, of the soul….” A poem about longing

Breathing in, the Grim did say, “Come now to meet your end.” “I cannot die,” I said. I said.  “I cannot die,” I said.