Evidence
There is a place in the woods below so holy you mistake it for ordinary.
Within a universe of redwoods,
Baring
Standing under a string of satellites, the night, a black kite, I lean out of my body. No wind, no
In between
How do you measure pain?
The hospice nurse offers a range, one to ten. A place on her form wants
Let's say
Let’s say there is a mountain and many ridges crowned with trees, some naked maples and alders, others spicy-green
Stray whiskers
A bowl of stray whiskers, feline. I can’t decide if they are a collection or an offering.
Some are
Light-eater
"We eat light, drink it in through our skins." — James Turrell, artist & MacArthur Fellow, known for his
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