I touch her (them) with the eyes of my skin


  • Photo: Backyard Visitors. DK  @ Daybreak. 7:35 a.m. this morning.
  • Post Title & Inspiration:
    The way a deer emerges from a thicket
    is the opposite of a wound.

    Like the moon in the morning —
    all firmament, beautiful, about to vanish.

    Each morning I walk out my apartment
    & wonder what is going to become of me.

    —  Devin Kelly, “Deer on the Side of an American Highway,” published in drDOCTOR (via bostonpoetryslam)

  • And also inspired by:

    We move within the snow-chromed world—: Like-animal. Like-deer. An alphabet. Along a street white as lamp light into the winter, walking—: like language, a new text. I touch her with the eyes of my skin.

    ~ Natalie Diaz, from ‘Between the Palm and the Ear” (Boston Review)

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

The way a deer emerges from a thicket is the opposite of a wound.

Like the moon in the morning — all firmament, beautiful, about to vanish.

Each morning I walk out my apartment & wonder what is going to become of me.

Devin Kelly, “Deer on the Side of an American Highway,” published in drDOCTOR


Photo: Fredrik Stige with “White Tailed Deer, Montana

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