Earthed and 3 other poems
Sweeping remnants from lifes cold, passing sill, an Ecofeminist gaze traces the…
Read more βA man; a woman: mere clods of dirt on the cold, passing sill of time.
A man; a woman:
clods of dirt on the sill of
time. How we spend sighs,
the coin of our pulse
pressed against pelt, sea. From this
shuttling, the sear
of vespers. Weeping
looms. Cardinal longing. What
are bodies? Unmapped
ground taken off-site.
I wanted you to touch me,
once. To find a path
through the dark garden.
To unseat the undergrowth
by gait or burning.