Author Archives: lbk

How might the way be opened?

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

Posted in oracle days | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Hollow Boned

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

Posted in I choose yes | 2 Comments

To the field

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

Posted in in the ache of sudden thaw | 8 Comments


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

Posted in In the wordless parts I dance out my interpretation. | Tagged | 1 Comment

the sky descending

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

Posted in here the solstice found me | 2 Comments

hold nothing

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

Posted in she calls me by my name | 1 Comment


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

Posted in come home to this | Leave a comment