A Generic God

wild poetry for the end of April

Words That Need Each Other

a ‘guest poem’ by my mother, whom I’m always delighted to feature. The illustration I did by hand with a single slim black brush in Photoshop, two layers, then a scattered text overlay to create the ‘sprouting’ letters.

those pines

my bones are carved from those pines 

my infant breathing was that mist across a northern lake 

the hues of late autumn shaped my skin, my hair 

i was a pike leaping

a loon calling 

the moose’s hoofmark in the swamp

with water still seeping into it 

wild geese

flutter behind my eyes