The Threshold Path
Liminal moments. Dawns, doorways, mists, the place between was and will be. There is, in some of these poems, a flickering sense of something else just on the other side of the veil. There is, in others, just the veil.
If you find yourself lingering on porches in the early morning before going inside to start the day, this might be your path.
- all human
- amagoroborololo
- at the vault of dreams
- beep
- impossible belief
- what breakfast sounds like
- carry the one
- Dear The Future
- doulgas reverie
- coming home
- i thought the moon was my friend
- liminal space
- my notebook
- this is my prayer
- oh sing me
- ordinary diptych
- the perfect morning
- Poetry for Physicists
- red
- the second day of spring
- after seven
- the hope that kills you
- the invitation
- the word
- too much magic
- the wasteland
- welcome
- the word of the lord