Catherine
as I breathe across my coffee on no ordinary winter’s day I decipher games that blizzards play revealed in noise, whipped by contrast uneven tempos, wilder still gusting rattles, dull inhospitable bites and I am... More »
Catherine
airborne living with the gravity of the moon each jump a surprise staying high, longer pausing in a lack of pull or is it the opposite? what pulls, what pushes? I did twine my fingers... More »
Catherine
for my girls coastal metaphors, roll in as I contemplate, the splendors of my children’s hearts I am not the ocean in their lives just the edge, just the shore I will hold their beacons... More »
Catherine
time used to be fluid time used to be like cloth time was like a broad canvas hungry to be painted I could spread it out before me I could picnic in its folds I... More »
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June 2009 
