Bone Mother

i diedas you camesewn to your namegrappling the soilbeneath my sternumwhere verminroot for remnantsof the bloodied remainsand i feel themstatic pricks that stickto fingertipsof shameas she gathers her claimmy porcelain bonesand skinbeyond and withinthe gruesome stain~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 There is a graceful beauty in transformational pain. The Bone Mother is the Celtic Goddess of […]

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Night Watch

i sing for one who gathers these bones amidst the stones and seeping sea in the aquamarine silent sweep the tracing arc of lighthouse beams . i set this lovely sinew free to rock and climb beneath blue skies to leave a scattered mind behind in dogwatch wandering lullabies . on a starboard reach and […]

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