Author: Margaret Coombs

old love out walkingdressed to match his wife–where’d your poetry go, man?

Esos fueron días hermosospero no tuve una vozsolo tuve el poderde mi cuerpo, mi amormis besosy mis caricias pero sin voz me sentí vacíoun libro sin palabrasun mente sin pensamientos una vida sin objetivo eventualmente me fui mi amory mis amigosmis padres y mis hermanaslos lagos de mi ciudad y las bibliotecas de la universidadviajé…

Tree balance my heart center suddenly sings OM

When your favorite children’s book seriescontains descriptions of plantand animal life east of the Mississippi,and you’re from Missoula, Montana,then you might feel strange, as if the place you’re fromisn’t important.To read a novel and find its settingreflected in your surroundings, the mountainswhere you roam with your buddieson summer afternoons,cooking hamburgers on a firefrom wood you…

I crouched naked in a cavetending to a steaming cauldronin which I cooked up a lifefor myself. I shook out healthyportions of hope and aspirationbut had no knowledge about howI might prepare for their fulfillment.My friends worked on their plans, their next steps. All I had was darkness.Lion watched me from a distance.Jaguar prowled at…