Today I taste a word crafted by an ancient man sprung from a fissure that divides our time the sulfured waters split our worldly body life rises with the gravity penetrates the fresh pine carrying white blood water caked along wooden veins dripping, heavy into clay cisterns of wisdom along a floating system a sluice…
Salt of My Earth
I lay my heart deep in the earth formed in the hot press of your arms your tears the rivers of veins. I gush with your sadness but I am given life by your joy tasting life’s passions in each season. Trodden underfoot, a desert dies, seeking an oasis in a mirage of plenty a…