Bestiary
A score for the young boy with the minotaur mask
[the dove finds a lover]
To ones almond eyes, our crafts become mythic
Stone vessels to feed the river lips
One pours out of mouths, a molten beast
unfolding her as the
empire mother
Like the living orca’s heartbeat
Hold our young castle,
Woven into earth with hair and honey
“Take your weapon and carve
into these walls”
In textured folktale
sculpt your own codex
[seven blessings in the silence]
And all I want to do
is speak in a beguiling tongue,
Braid my blood so I may
cross the styx.
Be careful with the gods
Smoke inscribes above the spire
Heaven could be anywhere here
I feel the scripture
inside this open bestiary,
it’s holding my shoulders
And breathing me in.
[some liquid of life, abundant]
A babe is born, wrapped in wings.
In her womb, I found mist flowers.
Hair collects the rain, then the spirits.
She tunes her harp,
Hands bathed in pomegranates
Today her harp is weeping.
Together they whisper,
each a mother for
the silence.
As one learns these quiet acts of god
Every quest breeds like the bees —
[melting, obsidian]
A heart with a knife tattooed on the floor
Tiles spiral a sun
And theres a ladder in the corner
for each of the skies
The lamplight flirts
Vaulting with the storm
She attaches the wings to her ears
Her hair dripping in myrrh
Fury in the nearing haze
[exiled, in a garden]
A child rushes bare
toward dream
With the bite of a larking
The child’s wingspan
Yoked around an ancient tree
The child’s eyes pressed
to the strange sky delight
This beginner
Is shy in the loving
All transfigures
Rare visions of creation
A toy theatre
With salamander arms
Burns a blue flame
The Child’s eyes
Stained glass for the
Late afternoon sun
Awaiting the scene
Where he becomes the garden