Other Earth

Welcome to this new blue world: a more distant dot  concealed within folds  of our deep fervor  where rivers run unchecked to unburden husks of open hands and mouths, from which red-orange    molten light of words   rise up as fortress, monsoon cloud, kingdom of language translating sisters & lovers into indomitable being   where once ourContinue reading “Other Earth”

Ritual: Coffee

The ceramic mug laden with mustaches is the one I choose each morning. Its shape is perfect: rounded and robust handle, solid and thick stature of containing body, lip widening slightly outward to hold the full moon liquid of black coffee. Frida’s unibrow is on there somewhere, and you would think Hitler’s fascist micro-stash wouldContinue reading “Ritual: Coffee”