How We RiseA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonMy ancestors live in me.My grandmother rises in me, how the crown of her hair lies in sunlight and into the wrinkle of her cheek folded reticence is hid, the mist of years salting air, in tears, in our shared blood, laughter hand blown through trees, soft glass whispered particles buried with seed and moist dirt, her knees touching earth, her voice infusing the hills against my eardrums, my mind formed and feeding from the ground, her laying up against hunger, her wanting, thrown as spirit, high against blister-filled wind, a boomerang of changeling charms, lying wait in soft flour folded over dough, heart shaped, fine dust helix, furnace stoked nights of rosary turning,
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Added on February 18, 2014Last Updated on May 25, 2016 Tags: DNA, family, reincarnation, afterlife AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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