Liquid Divinity
"Reviving the morbid souls she touches and rejuvenating the entire hellish universe."
The Mountain Room
Poems of altitude, water, and the sacred in the natural world
[Intro prose to be written by the poet. This is a placeholder — edit this section in your own words.]
Mountains do not ask permission to exist. Water does not need to justify itself. These poems try to learn something from that.
This collection began as a single afternoon watching rain arrive after a long dry spell. It felt like relief on a scale larger than personal. As though the world itself had been waiting.
More poems from this collection will be added as they are written.