The Buddha Knew
Ground your talk and art every day. I believe the Buddha knew blood was: A stop at matter waiting for you, the sun on your tongue, watching
I Am, I Am, I Am
scribe a certain kind of slight deep ...that silhouette: a double mantra of listening to I am, I am, I am. a declaration of identity to sing on repeat, heart calling
believe in every wood the Wise breathing, that walk a holy trip. expect Plant-based and seed -assisted therapy. believe in all the steps, every log
Jesse Holth is a freelance writer, editor, and poet living in the Pacific Northwest. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Marathon Literary Review, Silver Birch Press, Canada Quarterly, and others. She was a 2017 Pen 2 Paper poetry finalist, and is currently working on two full-length collections.