I remind myself you live in my body my right palm placed above my left breast, on my chest where your love lives you bring me back into my body I used to avoid these spacesthe places my body blocked itself locked itself from feeling "She keeps her head in the clouds", they said of … Continue reading New spaces
Author: Angela
Patience
The meadow was talking about it, I could tell...stalks and seedsfacing one another, united,talking amongst themselves.I said it againin case they didn't hear me I am a masterpiece, a work of artThey whispered this timeto one anotherI wait eager to hear their responseI continue to talk out loudas though all beings are listening thank youas … Continue reading Patience
Tethered
Stuck in the lull of time between the end of Christmas and the beginning of another new year, I pieced together a puzzle I found in a Little Free Library. I was leaning over the kitchen counter, making sense of the heaps of like-colored shapes I sorted when I got a text from my mom. … Continue reading Tethered
Tuesday morning
“You’d be the first dancer to complete the program pregnant, but I believe you can do it.”I believed I could do it too, I was a strong dancer. I imagined the audience, mouths agape, watching my pregnant body express stories through gestures of modern dance - my torso, my limbs, moving through space, through time, … Continue reading Tuesday morning
When he comes home
The sound of dry leaves blowing in light wind tricking me into thinking he's coming up behind me even though I knew he was still taking steps across ancient terrain, across the shield. His horsepainted bellyspots of white nuzzling his head in my palms every time he saw me and me, always thanking himthank you … Continue reading When he comes home
What the wind wants
What the wind wants ties me to spirit, brushing past my ears she takes me aside wrapping my shoulders in a shawl, yarn spun with cloud, she coos towards me "show them you have something they want."wondering through air, kicking up dirt, I ask the trees for advice what must I do for the power … Continue reading What the wind wants
Lingering in snow
A twig fell from the tree shaped like a pen I wrote in the snow drawing lines with my voice the network of roots below the frozen ground mirrored the myriad of crisscross connections above my head disconnecting from the wires that bind us I find myself lingering under the snow drops I stick out … Continue reading Lingering in snow
In the dark
Biting wolvestake their meatwhen they can get itmake no apologies.Carnivores of the woodsdevour the scent my shadow brings.To the fertile dark I ask what of my anger?and gnash my teeth against the blackness.To my ears she whispers take an oath to trust the shivers and the quivers of the pine needles in your heart. The … Continue reading In the dark
Fall
Fall towards yourselflook inward dark comes earlier.Fall behindwho carestake more timeslow downstep into yourself.Bones chilledfingers numbhead in hatsit with the world around you.Fall overno one is watchingpick yourself back up lace up your bootstell it to the squirrels, cows, chickadees, a hawk, the creek, fallen leaves, the wind. They're listening.Bones chilledfingers numbhead in heartsit with … Continue reading Fall
Made of ink
Writing is in my bonesmy platelets made of words.I write with the pens that are my fingerswaving sigils in the air. I write with the pens that are my fingers; each finger long boneshollowed outthe ink flows throughinspired by the guidance by the stories my body holds.
Bone writing
Fingers like twisted branches reach for a pento write about the lines that fold around her gnarled knuckles dry with age from holding onto stories too longher forearms rest heavyon the smooth white pages of bark as she writes her story with ink made of dirt;lines of language.
The lantern
The bridge was here when I bought the placearching slightlyever so slightlyenough to rise above the fall rains. The path to the back of my property gets steeper every year eroded over time and rainfall.The cows won’t quit complaining tonight, every nightthe crickets never let uphissrattleshatterscreachbuzzmy lantern bobs its light ahead of megolden light reminding … Continue reading The lantern
Angela Mason 