cut on the bias

adipocere, hand embroidery on natural linen
adipocere, hand embroidery on natural linen

The earth shook itself awake this morning.
With a low-key grumble and heavy embodied motion
our Russian nesting cat dolls fell, one by one.

The mountains had no comment.

We took a collective breath as the clouds lined up like teeth.
Moving gently is a familiar technique to memorialize hope, to witness beauty.
This occupation of time and resolve has been emboldened by necessity.

I’m about to confess everything to you: I was saved by the grace of Sassy.
Santayana, the philosopher, said history is nothing but recorded dreams.
The poet Stafford said divine is more of a claim. Those stanzas are now trending.

There is a way to be in this world and this must be it.

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