Mother A tree is many things They are Pillars of Creation Symbols of hope Creatures of Nurture They are Gateways for man But without them...

purple rain falling down around us as we formed the clouds in the night sky the air smelled of patchouli and the tension was butter on...

No one wonders why the world spins no one asks the mouse why he drinks the poison it shouldn’t matter that it smelt like cheese no cause...

elementary i knew my skin was darker than most. there were only three black girls in my class which included me. i never felt out of...

The altar sits empty but ready for ritual We drink his blood and confess our sins But there is no pastor here to listen Breaking bread...

In the early dawn, drawn from sleep, I snake through dewy grass. Light gleams off of these fresh blades, in the foreground of the...

Some kind of sadness in the skin of the dog—neck cut crisp against the leash— hand—stranger—tugging along nature false—around the pond...