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The Landscape Between Us
My sleep melts over me.
I draw the dream closer.
Suddenly morning barefoot in the kitchen.
Dawn throws confetti across the walls.
I remember the moon from the night before.
Waiting for coffee, I dance in my nightgown, circling.
We were companions and conspirators. We wrote first drafts of poems in Catherine’s orchard using common titles or opening lines. […]
Your orchard, birdbath, the only sky blue propane tank for miles, compose my map. I drive through pale green, follow […]
We light the fire. A cat jumps through the air. The tress bend closer to hear us. Sometimes inside the […]
My sleep melts over me. I draw the dream closer. Suddenly morning barefoot in the kitchen. Dawn throws confetti across […]
Avoiding the tide of a stranger in another room, I walk to my sea. I long for unbroken shorelines, mourn […]
How could our separate work and mediums take new form together? How could photography and paintings come together with words? […]
Sleeping Beauties is the name cartographers give blank spaces. Spring runoff from the Sangres fills the river. Geese return. The […]