Author Archives: lbk

How might the way be opened?

Posted on February 11, 2015

Some helpers bring the roof down on you. And maybe you get out in time and everybody’s glad, still the house lies in ruins and now there’s nowhere safe to rest your bones. What then? There is power in patience. … Continue reading →

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Hollow Boned

Posted on February 7, 2015

Light rushes through into form, these pieces in my hands. What is conceived is born. I blow and blow. Words exchanged twine us into place, woven together again and again for every pulling apart. What is born takes up space, … Continue reading →

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To the field

Posted on February 5, 2015

It has been winter in our hearts. The pulsed flow of things, the inevitability of shift, has been hidden from us. We thought we were looking straight on, we were, we were looking straight on and the intensity of our … Continue reading →

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Bhuvaneshwari

Posted on September 7, 2014

I found the small bottle in a scattering on the ground, flung from a bursting of luggage. It had a round bulb body that I cupped my palm around, curling my hand to make it small enough to support the … Continue reading →

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the sky descending

Posted on December 28, 2013

I go to the Wellspring. Everything is dark and still. That golden light glows from her core, the sacral bowl, she holds it, contained. All around is dark and still, iced over. A little ways off, Telling combs her own … Continue reading →

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hold nothing

Posted on November 3, 2013

I go to the wellspring. It is not easy. I have been encased in ice, glacial, that pressure, huge, those forces of immobility meeting at the point where I am, my breast bone, shoulders, belly, spine. I have been still, … Continue reading →

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immovable

Posted on October 29, 2013

I am in the wood, among the trees, the thin bright aspen, white as bone. I am standing smack up against a tree, like it’s a wall I’ve run into. Forehead, chest, belly – all the hot and the soft … Continue reading →

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