Chaos, like a teacher, leads stray wolves,
to places of their own.
Undeterred by those strings and veils
that plant our feet in these parts,
this cluster,
bird dogs feed.
Blood that talks to children after its time,
mothers who deliver children,
safely to the forest,
where unwavering allies
are reborn of the compost.
DEDICATED
in unconstrained reverence, to the memory of:
a gossamer sister,
Catherine Ann Murphy (1962 – 1970)
an imperfect mother,
Marianne Isobel (Thibault) Murphy (1939 – 2005)
a better-late-than-never aunt,
Stephanie Carol (Thibault) Ramsay (1947 – 2011)
an equal vibration,
Kimberly A. (Ramsay) Vandenberg (1967 – 2017)
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
