The Medicine Rises

the medicine rises water becomes a ghost from the rocks air becomes fire as a thousand snakes sing in unison spirits slip inside demons drip drop cleansed by fire cleansed by water the medicine rises

[Poem #8 for National Poetry Month — thanks for reading!!]

Recent Posts

See All

The Dead AI version of Me: A Living Author's Exploration of Artificial Intelligence and a Dead Version of Himself [Part 1 of a 3 Part Series, Written by the Real, and Not-Dead-Yet Don Rearden]

A Man Named Moki

So Long, April

then in came the winds screaming down the mountain the giant hemlock shaking angry as us all that the end of April feels like the end of...