Stirred published in Words Dance in 2007 by Verve Bath Press More of a silky thing stirred electric. If you fix it it will wither and push back into folds. Dealing in daisies, from dirt but also strung up in bridal bouquets, the real path of light. The dream always swims in aerial styles alive, alive stuck in my homemade Houdini proof Chinese water torture chamber. The embers of a two-day powerless winter room, scarred newspaper scraps, that deep almost sweet lingering smell, fire, fire, taker and giver. What picks the light back up to the stars? I will take it. Blinds pulled and you suddenly believe, change time, move space to build the path slow. I will be thanking you forever.