in the forest

in the forest

new shades of gnarled

curling, the trees

shape their wounds

wrap around

each other

like comfort

Dictionary Poem

Cleavage appears first

Any member a mouth

Developing indeterminate isotopes

The sea squirts, the fish in layers

A penetration of epithelial

A substance of killing

To draw in water

A baby, a cloud

The edentate

Colorless material relating

Latitudes for the sidereal

Established for the treelike

Used furs a number of ornamental loops

Haunt of the ferocious

Armor from the splinters

I made my own scaffold

Deracinated

Granular anthems the shrub of a genus

Sometimes used as a gemstone

Married, transparent, from rendered fats

Dinner with Phoenix and Aphrodite

My son (6) asked: “where do people go when they die?” I explained that no one really knows, but that people have different theories - sometimes based on which religion they believe in, and whether or not they believe in God. He quickly maintained that he does not believe in God, which he’s mentioned before. So, I asked him what he believes in.  He replied: “I believe in you. I believe in love. I believe in the goddesses.”

The mother of love says go on give it open up

The crown heart thrush rises – to overlook precipice

Take aim, glowing out light embers

Cicatrix phosphenes in the fire radial

Belly was the boulder belly the chasm

Upright stone slab – a storm of grey wanting

She lifts, fragments:

Membrane wing,

two breath,                         flesh devour

Spiny,                                     comb bearer,                                                 little ring

Ungulates

Love says: look and I am you.