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The Breathing Field
One poem, one piece of art, & a creativity prompt. Sometimes I share a bawdy blessing or a story about loving strangers and tending hope. Palate cleanse your inbox!
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"weather shaped, nothing ocean spun"
on handmade sounds and handmade things bringing me life
talking about death with a hummingbird
she crows over every baby
I am committed to a continent, a woman / an axis, to infants, elders and water
a new original poem & 5 things I love
"The trees are coming into leaf / Like something almost being said"
sap tea is brewing
"Somebody waters the plant, / or oils it, maybe. Somebody"
crochet, gasoline, doilies
"miles of leafing, blossoms storm out"
freedom & images of current events lodged in my ribs
"the stone dancing / changes its dust to music"
But Perhaps
"crows build, oats fawn, trouts begin to rise"
imagine the fullness of earth
night scene with ethereal mother
It’s eleven p.m.
a collect call from a stranger
reader, i love to answer these.
"herbs in my hands culled in those woods beyond the wall"
meeting and greeting those waiting
"there stands an ancient covenant"
holding our accumulation of rings
holding belinda's choices
when things go off course / redirect themselves: on homelessness and help
finding safety for Belinda (part 3)
No one should have to sleep on the sidewalk without any human connections.
finding family for Belinda (part 2)
a mutual aid effort to help one woman living on the street
mutual aid & safer sleep for Belinda (part 1)
an effort to help one woman living outside
123 pairs of good, strong, used shoes
for our unhoused friends in the freeze
unfolding crinkly mylar survival blankets
and helping people get to shelters in the freeze
bringing coats to people living on sidewalks
keep warm in the deep freeze