Category Archives: Night Hawk

all the leaving

Posted on September 3, 2012 by lbk

I went to the Wellspring and couldn’t hold my shape at all. I lifted my hands in supplication and they melted away. “Why have you stayed away?” she asked. I didn’t know. Sometimes I lose the way. Sometimes it seems … Continue reading →

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until we are rested

Posted on August 14, 2012 by lbk

I go to the Wellspring. I am full of splinters. Shrapnel. “Why do I always get so full of splinters?” She applies leaches to suck the splinters out. I sink down limp and baggy. “I would like to be a … Continue reading →

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remembered

Posted on July 14, 2012 by lbk

Water streams from the back of my head like a mane. I run out to sand in the grass. NH lifts me up, wraps me in his cloak, holds me dear. NH sings my name to me. He shows me … Continue reading →

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enthusiasm

Posted on February 17, 2012 by lbk

I go to the Wellspring. She sits golden and serene, the water of light flowing up through her and out the top of her head, falling back into itself, an endless return. She is in me, the Wellspring is, everything … Continue reading →

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