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the lighthouse
gold in the deep
tendrils reaching out to unknown places
spirals of birdsong from tangled roots
there is no place here for
the army of cruelty
slippery, seething sons who can’t hear “no”
(the folly of western storytelling)
no catch (just release)
violence cast out
blessings held close
I am the lighthouse.
beach charcoal from Lake Michigan, crayons, graphite, watercolor, coffee, and the release of ancestral trauma
(on paper)
A Blessing
May the messes you make bring the epiphanies you need, dear reader.
