The imu loa sent smoke skyward as Cook’s body steamed. Hands once used to grip musket and cutlass belong to me, ali’i Kamehameha…

“I’m thinking of the word nurture, how it’s so often placed in opposition to nature, with versus their slippery hinge. But that has always felt wrong to me…”

falling without sound / flung chaotic without rustle, / burnt brown oak leaves pile— / deep foothills of cellulose / a woman’s meditation

A tiny spider / caught / under brown bark / of a thin slash pine…

and I choose not to brush my wet hair, / allowing it to tussle into Margaret Fuller’s / clematis wreath woven on the banks / of the Concord, mid-German translations…

The word petr, in ancient Greek, encompasses
the broad spectrumof rock; when granite, or shale,
or limestone or quartzite, basalt, gypsum or chalk
meets a rainy ichor, then the rarified essence…