a windchill nipping at the heels,
de jou a viv,
primordial nostalgia,
molasses mood,
waxing awe,
lunitidal left,
the second rose bloom of summer
perched atop the tongue,
a careful rabbit moving pause to pause;
be still
bathe in sunshowers
call to the eastern dawn
and share your prayers;
may they rise with the force
of the waking sun,
may they ferment
as dusk becomes midnight hour,
may formless friends bless them
as they rot and remake;
be liquid and loving
be wild and kind
languishing in the trickster’s kiss
nothing is left undone
current projects
https://bonbonspirale.substack.com/p/the-bon-bon-spirale-verse
readings:
˙𖦹 enter the spirale
˙𖦹 the zero space: time is y(ours)
˙𖦹 the balance has spoken
˙𖦹 coming of age as a mermaid: death, grief, zombies, why i became a pirate, & seeing the ocean in everything