Our mistakes crack open. Each leaf veined distinctly, and we star-made music makers are finger printed as well. This is expansion: to stand as One with all. The mountains a dense explosion of trees. Night comes to us sexy, whispers to us about belief in light. Words tumble from us. Honesty, a naked falling. We […]
Sheryl Luna
Sheryl Luna’s 'Pity the Drowned Horses' (University of Notre Dame Press) received the Andres Montoya Poetry Prize. 'Seven' (3: A Taos Press) was a finalist for the Colorado Book Award. Recent poems have appeared in 'Poetry,' 'Taos International Journal of Poetry' and 'Art and Pilgrimage.'
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The Transgression
We all unfold as music. / Our desire appears each morning.