often now i dream of home
not the place of coming from
nor all the places i have been
that to me were only home
through accident of being
the places my belongings were
at any given time
but →
often now i dream of home
not the place of coming from
nor all the places i have been
that to me were only home
through accident of being
the places my belongings were
at any given time
but →
hestia
goddess of homefire
is elegantly and modestly
robed
no specks assail her
i approach the stove
with my bucket of wood
just chopped
my mucky gloves
and my plastic apron
that says
martini
my son watches
today
i bought silver dance shoes
to dance on a rock
on one of those days
when the sky is a high pearly mist
and the sea is silver
like my shoes
i used to think that →
today at the shapeshifter cafe
cold winter gave forth cats
and dead brown leaves of ivy
dripped honey balm
for the restoring of lost souls
spiders glad to be loved
danced finespun vials
for sweet elixirs of birdsong
liquid →