Michelle Marks

I am learning how to cry alone better. Growing a capacity to be moved by life. Spirited cells, bones, limbs. Flight of soulful desperation. * Circular revelations as sound breaks …

A thirteenth moon rose and set. We communed more intimately a day later from a cemetery I knew as a child. Burial ground of those taken by wars I had …

Where could you be dearest one? How far have you gone. Home calls. Hearts call. * The dance of Tara is for you. Moving prayers all for you. Protection and …