Poetry
Dragonslayer
The knight shone brighter / and smiled wider than the / princess who would be his / bride and said, “I have done / It. I climbed the cliffs until / the clouds wove fog from / my breath.
The knight shone brighter / and smiled wider than the / princess who would be his / bride and said, “I have done / It. I climbed the cliffs until / the clouds wove fog from / my breath.
Kongamato has breath like tendrils / of leathery fog.
You may pick one, says the goblin chocolatier. / The box is a vibrant garden of sweets neatly arranged. / A sugar rose so real it seems grown, stolen from some witch bramble of candy thorns and gum drop hips. A truffle banded white and blue that smells of fresh cut grass and rain.
Herb lore and craft, the art / of speaking to trees. That the best / paths through a garden never run / straight. To cherish the wild places, / and enter them with a bowed head and an open heart.
sunlight on marshgrass, winter-brown and alive / with flocks of nesting birds, flash of white feathers / when the wind blows. i think of the boy and then
The clock is ticking. Go / look for the black mariposa-colibrí. / Se nos va el tiempo.
I am standing next to / the unsunken earth, / not yet a part of it / though I wonder—
Sometimes, when I speak, it comes out in bubbles—
This is the cure
She does not shy away from hair, and