Silverleaf poplar Why this wind is song why leafsong why she doesn’t prefer sleep isn’t all bad she was who would leave who didn’t  she was who would creep on the belly would silver on the fly so much better when no one can pople like them no one but seabirds 

In my house black in every colour black in carneol red in lazuli blue in jade green in silver white in golden bright in amethyst obsidian I will sing to you now little one – softest one in ocean green black when you bleed – lazuli seed You my house you my hand you my…

Taller than us  what is bossier than come lets take mountains climb up the color is certain it is able toned greener than  who neighs us to meadows  pods us to Earth’s carpet abounds mother’s mill bubles mare awakens From the poetry collection “Soil & life“

We lighten we lighten to nighten  and nighten we lighten to nighten we mirror in muzzle in feather in tailen to nighten to nighten  and nighten From the poetry collection “Soil & life“

To sweep would be to give it all away to sweep through wind to sweep the wind away so air gets calm enough on oxygen to sweep is to give a stem with blue belly and tale with scent so tender  that time gets porous or not to sweep  to sit and let wind be…

If a horse in waterthe horse has entered waterbut sprouting from soilwouldn’t be hardadding one self to the dayly sunclad in yellow furand all there isroom for some more little horsescome and be sunned og foaleddropped and shonefrom meadows to hooves From the poetry collection “Soil & life“

Maybe there wasn’t thousandsof little caterpillars back thenlittle whalesback when they got into water and flewmaybe the purple strokes of skywere the same sun spotson the rippled back of the whalethe summer day it spreadits wings out for the first timewaved towards the preyyellowy scales on a whaly nighta complementary orgyof velvetly dimensions From the…

If empty hand  is gone skinny girl  must swap milk for life under worn mouth must white sprinkle fill up stomachs  must skinny stem sway safely one day From the poetry collection “Fruits & greens“

A city with a spiky peel is a walled egg with lonely juicy gone sour gone touch me now  put my pearls on From the poetry collection “Fruits & greens“

When a bundle lands there is food after all when time stands still and air the children quiet peeling the peel unfolding like stars shot from the stem From the poetry collection “Fruits & greens“

Whom who has a stone in their stomach a stupid berry it lit up this morning it softened as butternut eased it all  that which blossoms  in bundles From the poetry collection “Fruits & greens“

Wonder whether peel and flesh can make up what give you seed hey what give you for a dropsack full of sunflakes  seed for a green scent From the poetry collection “Fruits & greens”

Moon / Mu:n / verb moon, mooned, mooned Synonym: to land The Moon moons around the Earth, as Earth earths around the Sun, as the Sun suns in the Milky Way, as galaxies galaxy in the universe When we mooned on the surface of Mare Tranquilitatis, we saw what a fantastic place we had arrived…

Plant / pla:nt / verbplant, planted, planted Figuratively speaking:  To be self-sufficient and yet generous enough to share with others. What I love about her is that she plants so abundantly.  An entry from the dictionary “Verbs of life”