Trees, light, weather, people

Millions of warm vibrating chords

Chance threads woven together in coordinated movement

I close my eyes and try to feel my blood pumping

Instead I feel you, walking miles, melting into hills and flowers

The simple power of circling a lake

You knew how to lose yourself, how to leave space

Walking to find a way to be whole

Bird song, leaves rustling

I fall into this moment, my atoms spun just so

This heartbeat is not mine alone

Two bodies walking

Two layers of sound in motion together, hundreds of years apart

Words stored deep in muscle-memory

Carried in hunger, in bruises

Reflected back by grass, branches, rocks

How do I get this voice out of me?
from the book THE SKY BROKE MORE / Winter Editions
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This poem is the start of an investigation, a tribute, and a haunting called "The Dorothy Loops," inspired by Dorothy Wordsworth's journals. Walking was an essential activity for Dorothy—and is for me. I was in Central Park in NYC on a sunny day when I had a vision of the whole scene coming apart and pulling back together again, and it felt like walking in two bodies at once.
 
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"As you might imagine, titling my collection The Disordered Alphabet was of no help. I knew there was an emotional arc to the process of grief, but I also knew it wasn't linear. I felt the first two sections needed to begin with the speaker's various losses and a subsequent grief that could not easily be named nor voiced. The third and last section revealed itself more slowly; poems that reflect a wider view of lived experience." 

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