writing – Thistle Thoughts

Makwa at the Crossroads

There was medicine just lying around,

In the pink plastic pail
at the end
of the driveway,
stones and acorns
soak, sky reflections
swirl.

what is broken
are systems

30 word poetry prompt

Cunning raven,
sing for me

I walk slowly,
collecting jagged
seashell thoughts

I only scratch surfaces. I fear the
blood of everything.

New published poem.

“Four Months in the Motherland” and
“Feast of All Souls”

I sit in my green gingham dress
Absorbing ocean waves through
The algal eyes of a kinswoman,
Middle-age addled & fading