Catherine
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
Catherine
beach bare feet sandy soles could feel the earth’s energy streaming, screaming from the ground saying simply “don’t deny me I’m everything gravity, wants your struggle wrestle the air the universe, after all is push... More »
Catherine
dream, dream I dream an empty barn, in deep illumination golden pre-dusk light, splashing a festival of saffron brightness the dust motes dance for me sing songs of silly minisculity skip in silence, to destinations... More »
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June 2009 
