Abe Louise Young
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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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Lately
the lion's gate portal is open
"weather shaped, nothing ocean spun"
talking about death with a hummingbird
I am committed to a continent, a woman / an axis, to infants, elders and water
"The trees are coming into leaf / Like something almost being said"
"Somebody waters the plant, / or oils it, maybe. Somebody"
"miles of leafing, blossoms storm out"
"the stone dancing / changes its dust to music"
"crows build, oats fawn, trouts begin to rise"
night scene with ethereal mother
a collect call from a stranger
"herbs in my hands culled in those woods beyond the wall"
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