The day that I stopped being lonesome All the door handles towered overhead And all tabletops were taped from end to end I remember frosted windows Big hand guiding me quietly in To a little room with a little you He’s so angry but I love you And I can’t reconcile the two But there’s a landscape I could show you - Canyons burning and breathing in...Learn More

Swinging like a ship In the back of my throat Are some words, little thread, a perfect home for a mouse to hide in bed From the world, and the dust, and angry rich old men I wonder - will I be a highway woman? I wonder - will I be a highway woman? Rivers to the port Blue birds coming north We might watch as the tides of young mothers and husbands...Learn More