Yoga Poetry
from "The Breathing Field"by Wyatt TownleyLet go of the forecast you heardwhen you were youngerthan the child now clatteringup the backstairs alllaughter and gaspingfor what we're here to do.Look down. Look at the stars.We're here so briefly,…
Cobra by Leza Lowitz
Bhujangasana
Cobra
by Leza Lowitz
Shedding my skin
skinning my shreds
leaving behind
every failure
every success
every anger
ever expressed
or not expressed.
What's left behind
stays behind
its ancient
poisonous sting
all but forgotten.