spring afternoon flushed with aloneness

in darkness
another cosmos
spills its guts

a raven itself or my making of it

mirror maze my lineage of names

awake at dawn 
I touchscreen my timeline
into being
charting stars
I learn once more
how to howl

war against my better nature

oiling the wheels of the tide

mother martyr to the fecund dark

friday thirteenth
terror remains captive
in human hearts