Festival of the Dead: Samhain 2015

Hat full of words,
words like the ember-lit
belly of a Samhain sky
whistling with owl feathers.
A voice, dry as skeletons,
scrapes between worlds.

High road or low road: choose.
So I do,
each word a trillion trillion first steps.

desolation …

… along Route 93 north of Wilkins, Nevada.

Olivia Martin Hall