Reconciled To the roof Of his warm, Round mouth I am splayed open as Fruit peeled Swallowing the air and oceans Between our kiss Dissolving into tart tangled Memory
Living in the Pacific Northwest for 30 years, I am a poet and a spiritual seeker by design. A female by the toss of genetic chance, but universally accepting of my feminine and masculine natures. In my other lives I was a shape shifter, a monk,
a harlot and a scholar. In this life I find all those characteristics in a bottle of ink, which I spill on a regular basis.
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