Tangible Creatures Cover-Sneak Peek!

This month has been pretty tough, so I'd like to end it on a note as soft as silver seeds and starry wishes. Here's a partial sneak peek at the cover of my poetry collection, Tangible Creatures, created by the stelliferous Elizabeth Pinborough!

The Story We Tell Ourselves

Growing up, I believed in a Star Trek future. That humanity would one day overcome their flaws and build a kinder world. But now that glimmering reality feels frayed as a thread that has almost snapped from our grasp forever as my confused roses bloom merrily in November.

 

Why do I write anything, anymore? I wonder. Maybe in the end the one we most want to tell a lovely story is our self. I don't think I have ever shared this poem before. I wrote it many years ago. 

 

BUT SAY IN A WORD 

 

A lovely lunacy thrives

between belief and breath,

yielding hope before

heart meets horizon,

searching out sacred spaces

behind the moon’s mirror,

dropping silent screaming

wishes to burn alive

in the dark beautiful

YET,

seeding stars for—

Today?

 

Such verdant follies,

I know!

 

Now,

"Might I have a bit of Earth?” 

 

 

 

*Title refers to Luke 7:7

*Last line from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.