when I was smaller
I could speak to animals
trace the origins of dragons
through glittery scale residue
on midtown windowsills
bisect the secrets of the universe
in intimate penned conversations with
neighborhood faye who collected
my wisdom and milk teeth
opened the chimney flue to welcome
the spirits of late December eves
deciphered codes from the
flashing of lights across night skies and in
the dotting of holes in mothworn coats
these days I have so little to offer
but apologies
Rowan Waller is based in Durango, CO and travels around the west pursuing a career in rock climbing and mountain guiding. She grew up climbing the water towers and oil rigs of Tulsa, OK and her writing traces a childhood rooted in memories of the south. Her nostalgic, sometimes dark writing seeks to connect people with their past, even if it might be a difficult one, and uncovers the origins of what make us ultimately human. Follow her adventures, see photos of her pets, and read more of her fervent writings on Instagram (@rowan_beth).
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