We were not winter
All dark and thick
When the cold dark came
We were limbs harbored
In weak spines
Lifting ourselves by our own grass
We bite our way into the mourning
Lay cocooned in our bitten tongues
Thresholds of a ruptured fire
Syllables of guilt and grief
Weight of abandoned name
No longer calling

Freelance Poet @ Hudson Valley Poets

Freelance Poet @ Hudson River Poets

Event took place at the Howland Cultural Center
Silent sorrow
Lying stiff in throat
Like cold and broken teeth
The slithered down reptile child
Which cries my flesh
A darkened path
Which pierces sleep