I write poetry and love to see how poems come alive in different forms, places, people… reading, seeing, feeling, dreaming, listening, being still. Metaphor is a time machine and we can be gentler in the world, on the world, if we start by travelling back to the places called who we are, how we begin, where our edges are, where we turn into gold.
light folded upon light
into body… what is a
dream? this
moment in time, this
breath