Before

Before there were wordsThere was the bodyA language of touch and heat Before there were lawsThere was instinctRefined with each heart’s beat Before there were mapsThere were communitiesTheir boundaries drawn by feet Before there were banksThere was still exchangeOf necessities and treats But now the most deep human patternsHave transformed into dangerous chainsWe must break …

Autumn is my favourite time of year, she said.

Autumn is my favourite time of year, she said. With a burst of transcendent colour.Like a sunset,The world marks its endingIn shades of flame. And yet,The ending isn’t an ending.There is life buriedIn the marrow of that wood.There is a promise of returnAfter the cold cleansing,and frosty quietOf a winter’s rest. Let us revel in …

Petals

First: redA soft, silken coinPressed to the lipsClenched in the fistYour private treasureFound fallenNo less precious for that Then: whiteLike a featherDropped in flightStolen ReclaimedCast into a puddleCrushed by playground hands Found: PinkPerfect, pristine petalAn offered consolationLost in your tailwinds How could I forget?The petals we are givenPale next to those we find Photo by …