Widdershins WandererVisitationLying, half-asleep, I think I feel a furled cat stir behind my knees.Sep 14, 2019Sep 14, 2019
Widdershins WandererPantoum of the PhoenixFive hundred years is a long time… long enough, perhaps, to forget an impermanent rest in flame — a quincentennial age, and yet,Jun 23, 2019Jun 23, 2019
Widdershins WandererLessonsI learned young that the terrifying thing about being is the inevitability of someday not beingApr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Widdershins WandererHollowingI am an iron-wingèd thing. One day, when enough of me has rusted away, I will be light enough to fly.Apr 22, 2019Apr 22, 2019
Widdershins WandererThe Bare BearA polar bear with naught to wear is reeling down the yew-wood stair,Apr 15, 2019Apr 15, 2019
Widdershins WandererForestHow joyful is the forest in its noise; in its silence, how holy!Apr 15, 2019Apr 15, 2019