Woman of the Night
When our planet takes its turn to shield us from the blazing sun and shadows rise to strip the sky Her glistening body sparks our eyes at first with reverential thirst and now with wanton wanderlust. illustration © Lori Love
god
Vacuum
Neck in God’s grip Forcing me forward Well poised to lift Me up free from my world Imagining death Stubbornly sucking With all of my breath My head fills with dust
Don Redwood 