If I were a tree I’d be yew Live in an old churchyard in the British countryside Remembering when my limbs were used To make bows for arrows For the battles of the short-lived ones on two legs I’d stand bent over Hiding my poison medicine My toxic healing Stretching out the reaching branches… Continue reading I am yew
Month: January 2022
Fan letters
I dried my bed sheets on a stool in front of my stove like it was 1850. It was not. It was 2022 and my dryer is broken. I’d pass them every few times an hour and rotate them on the stool, which turned out to be grounding and pleasant and much less energy use… Continue reading Fan letters
Gratitude
I’m writing occasional prompts this month for #Bloganuary. Just trying something new. This is one of them that I wrote on an old blogging site I started and then tossed, but it’s still hanging around so I am using it for practice writing.