five of earth, nadir, 

dark and solitary, 

stuck in the pit, 

can you feel 

what I feel?

Get your flashlight, 

send a beam, 

gather your 

wits, and 

let the 

world 

sing.

Figuring out the art of revision, 

so many stories, so much 

revision yet to be 

started.

I am loved, 

I couldn’t feel my own, 

she held me, let me cry, 

put her hand on my heart,  

balance, heart and art.

Low tide

venus all around 

we saw her in the reflection 

on the sand after the mallards left.

be still and listen