In a Dark Way

my heart beats like a

trapped and dying animal

like a re-opened wound

or soft fresh scab

“Dancing with the Moon” -art journal

it aches with truth

trying to escape

looking for a fruitful branch

a wise old tree

or mothering

art journal -trapped light
“Trapped Light” -art journal

my heart bleeds itself open

dripping small red dots

that smell like

the frozen biting wind


it pulsates raw knowing

splatterings of shut valves

plugged ducts

a brokenness

only some know

“Re-Entry” 2016

my heart carries me

it reminds me

it hears me

and it sees me

in a dark way

full and red and bursting


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