Starmoth Press

a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things

Tag: poem

  • Writing hymns to autumn

    And looking for the signs

  • The first breaths of autumn

  • For when moments slip through fingers like sand

    a poem written yesterday
    in a hurry
    because everything felt fleeting
    But that’s okay
    Each second is a molecule
    Slowly moving past my
    Point of perception
    We do what we can
    White-knuckle
    Grip on reality
    Try not to let
    The whirlwind yank us free
    But maybe it’d be better
    If we just let go.

  • Touch your forehead to mine

    I feel myself giving beauty away, offering myself whole-heartedly, bruised petals and all. Here is my heart. It is exploding for this world that could be so much more. Let’s put our heads together. Let’s imagine. Let’s build the worlds that will carry us far away from the place this has become.

  • embodied adventure

    Ponderings on an evening walk from 08/23/25

  • A poem for the Ancient Self

  • A poem from walking

  • Animal: A poem

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  • A poem for the home

  • Suddenly I’m writing poetry everyday

    And it’s been years since I’ve been able to do that. Going to keep sharing because if my other creative practices have taught me anything, it’s that I enjoy sharing my creations. It makes me feel like a kid again.

    A winter spell
    Speaking of feeling like a kid again…