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Natureza Gabriel's avatar

Your words this morning

stanch the blood loss

from an encounter

with a man carrying a knife in his voice /

Returning to the inward hearth

wound bound, guazed,

I blink in the firelight

and subscribe to your newsletter

grateful

to leave some small token for the medic

who has visited and healed me

before stepping back into the night

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Heather Louise Porter's avatar

My hands/gaze/heart-shield softened seeing your carvings. They’re really beautiful. Part of me suddenly believes I too could carve a small bowl one day, sanding it softly while whispering sounds of thanks into the wood. A vessel for sharing, for friendship and communion. Yes, this is something I’d love to learn and more so, give myself into.

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