on the passing of an animal companion


Free to wander the many realms,

transformed by the endless sea


I have not died but merely


myself again, reborn.


Find me in the eternal waters,

my shape formed in the stars.


I traverse the wondrous wood of all imagining.

The Giants and the Stars

She asked herself

if it was possible

to love unconditionally,

to gather herself up from the many winds


she wondered what it would be like

to feel whole again

to collect the pieces from all the people she had ever been


she looked in the mirror

and she wasn’t sure

if she’d ever know herself –

even if she could imagine, even if she could recall

her every form


she loved them back

from the battles

called them back from the horror

willed them back

from the places they’d been caught


could she look honestly

at every mistake,

every dream and every triumph?

The phantoms, the illusions

the cloaks and the daggers

still waiting for her in the dark?


The mighty embers –

the dreams of what could be,

the giants and the stars?