Turtle Shell (a poem)

I found a sacred space in the crystal cave of my heart---   a holy cavern inside a turtle shell at the bottom of a lake---   where the turtle eats my roots, bunches bouquets with my shoots, looks askew as it redecorates the clay where I warm my blood---   warmer than mulled wine---... Continue Reading →



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