Category: Talking with the Eath

When Words Aren’t Necessary – A Poem

There are times when we don’t even need to speak, when words aren’t necessary. Every gesture is inductive of words that don’t need to be spoken aloud. When we’re going down the stairs, he gives me his arm. With that action, he tells me…

Strings – A Poem

There was a red thread that ran from my finger and into the air. I often tried to see where it was going or who it was connected to, but it was as if the end was made from air, invisible to the human…

No Longer Broken – A Poem

I went back. Back to the cliff, back to where my life had changed. I wondered, vaguely, where the wind had taken the Broken Man, that part of me that he had seen me as. The most difficult for me was that, for a…

Street Rat Magic – A Poem

She is sitting on the street corner. I’m a little surprised to see her back. “Irene?” I say softly. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d left the streets.” She looks up at me, her eyes wide and her face tired and pale….

Love, Outside of Books – A Poem

One night, while I was reading, my book began to glow. The pages gave off a soft white light. I set the book down and looked at it in wonder. A tune that I couldn’t place played from inside the pages. I watched as…

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