Supplement by Amoret BriarRose You're busy informing me about the subtle differences between calcium phosphorus and calcium carbonate, how one will fill in spongy bones, making them brittle, canceling out the little spaces that give and bend. I watch your hands, how they flick over your coffee cup. Tomorrow, we will fight, and I will... Continue Reading →

And the dreaming of trees

And the Dreaming of Trees Fire has returned to root. Leaves are long fallen, pools of amber, my discarded dress. Each thaw: burning awakens flesh, melts armor. Each freeze: contractions split asphalt, shudder the cocoon. Warmth escapes where it can. I return to dreams, blossoms under white blankets. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.... Continue Reading →

Practice Makes Perfect

Practice Makes Perfect I'm willing to bet you dollars to doughnuts: Odysseus had a mother like mine. When I left her, siren song singing on the shores of a bone island heart breaking my ears stuffed with wax and tied to the mast of my own crooked spine I didn't yet realize she would always,... Continue Reading →

For Gwion, Cerridwen, and the Cauldron

Blossoming Bones Mystery School has launched its first class, The Cauldron of Cerridwen. I'm incredibly excited about this. And so, I have written a poem from Gwion's perspective. Then she began to boil the cauldron, which from the beginning of its boiling might not cease to boil for a year and a day, until three... Continue Reading →

the work of this moment

the work of this moment allow all the world to break your heart to wrench the cracks open with desperate, prying fingers but know this: you, alone, mend it. © 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Broken Heart 294/366 by Dennis Skley - some rights reserved


Marriage If there is a still pond I cannot resist dropping a stone to hear its kerplunk to see the ripples of carp the color of marbles to watch the formerly singing frogs scamper damply away. © 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Gin Matsuba Koi Carp by Richard - some rights reserved

Heavy Weather

Heavy Weather I remember the hard line of your brow, a cold front unwavering. You never flinched as you pushed forward and the lines of your hip, they were islands too, breaching the night water pushing up through sheets pooled and dark like blood. I'd lie on my back staring, sailing our cold ghost ship, blue and bruised... Continue Reading →

Fucking Up the Ritual

Fucking Up the Ritual The gods demanded sacrifice - only the best would do - I should've jumped right in to save you 'cause it's me they wanted, not the fool who jumps right in, in surety; but I'm way too good a swimmer - would've fought currents 'til my end - sometimes sacrifice is... Continue Reading →

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