Kali
Winter Solstice
By yule fire
we friends circle,
talk of night ghosts
we keep at bay
by making paper lanterns.
Fueled by candlelight,
they kite skyward.
Orange-streak tails
form a runway for the return of spring
while we
share berries sweetened by frost
and tell stories of bear waking up.
Pauline's Portal
Last night in sleep
I saw a blackbird on a wire outside a church. When the Sunday morning doors blew open, it flew in and perched behind cobwebs on a rafter in the back of the room; unnoticed by those gathered around a loaded AR-15 on the altar. Voices shot out; ricocheted off the walls, shattered stained-glass windows – bullet psalms blasted the silence; semi-automatic savior.
Phoenix
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