Amy Secrist

Tag: NaPoWriMo

  • Catch the Sky

    It is not ubiquitous, not demanding or dark, not boisterous or boring, but kind and content, this quietude, this inner equanimity, this rarity, this royal rock, this silent, still, radiance of peace; it comes out of wind, a dove in free-fall catching the sky with its wings and liting on the soul, this heart-space, this ever-present entity of…

  • Infinitude

    I don’t love you to the moon and back. I love you to the ever- extending curves of the multiverse and back again.

  • Suffer the Ache, Sweet Babies

    When earth finally moves again and soil gives up after soaking rain, we watch seeds pods crack open, spindly white stems humbly folded, their heads still buried in dirt. I marvel at miracles, little babes surrounding me like folds of skirts, hugging my legs and screaming all sorts of nonsense because they are tired and hungry. I…