In transit,
not vessel, not voice,
only the echo of a leaving.
A boundary trembled,
furore without form,
a breaking where silence turned upon itself, upon itself.
Crossing was erasure,
song thinned to thread,
thread dissolved to nothing.
Beyond
no witness,
only the widening.
Poetry
These poems are moments pulled from the folds of everyday life, memory, myth and imagination. They are invitations to pause, to notice, and to enter the spaces between words.
One written each day.
Some days are a prick.
Some are a blessing.
Thorn and Benediction.
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Thorn and Benediction 
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