Friday

Poetry Space, Late Fall 2017

Winter is upon us across the North country. What better time to settle into some new work. With gratitude for all who support our modest efforts here at Poetry Space…

(by the way, we’re always looking for new submissions. previously unpublished work only please.)

love changes us

and when he left
and I held the balance
of living in my hands alone
in a box canyon
where the meadow met the forest
at the base of the mesa
miles from nowhere

where mountain lion screamed
elk bugling while
hawk soared
coyote howled in the llano
and the wind blew with certainty
in forests, on mountains
and in thick creek understory

I stood at night
beneath the starlit dome
and held onto the moon
for her constancy, until
I found my own
while all before me
shape-shifted and transformed

salt tears aligned me
with my truth fearsome
courage held me fast
to face myself as ruthless
honesty and authenticity
arose like cream to the top of the milk

thick and rich
fattening my starved wild woman’s soul
this new journey
as certain as I knew –

the moon waxes and wanes,
the stars hang in the heavens,
and the seasons come and go

–By Kathleen Dudley. A writer, herbalist, reflexologist, musician and artist, Kathleen lives in both New Mexico and on the Oregon ocean. Her non-fiction prose and poetry have been published in Rain Magazine, Light of New Mexico, Rio Grande Sierran, Animal Wellness magazine, Whole Dog Journal, BVHS Journal, AHVMA Journal, Animal Wellness magazine, Eco Watch, and Albuquerque Journal.