I’ve been too busy to blog but I managed to write the first poem for the new book project with Tina Schliessler.

BARE

Pushing bare

singing be

scars rest

pelt loosens.

Wobbles

define apart.

Hourly swells

rustle spores.

Light

bathed columns

stand

prop

bear heat

spasms

pangs

stings

ruptures

to make sounds

bring form

to mounds,

limbs

pears

leaves

the girl

growing chaste

giddy

alone.