Featured Poem: Naming the Stories

By Audre Lord

Otter and quaking aspens

the set of a full cleansing moon

castle walls crumble

in silence

visions trapped by the wild stone

lace up the sky   pale electric fire

no sound

but a soft expectation of birds

calling the night home.

Half asleep   bells

mark a butterfly’s birth

over the rubble

I crawl into dawn

corn woman bird girl sister

calls from the edge of a desert

where it is still night

to tell me her story


Rock speaks    a rooster language

and the light is broken


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