You believe words matter.

With a word, the world is unmade and reformed, one bound, another delivered. Phrases sketch the shapes of thoughts as they run loose in the street, swashing among the literate and illiterate alike. They dance to the rhythm of your tongue as it clicks and keeps time against your teeth. Words roar on the east wind to divide fire and sea, rumble the earth like giant fists of hail, and meet you in the cold dark as a whisper reminding you of the aborning dawn.

If you’re looking for words that convey life’s beauty and darkness, you’ve come to the right place.

Bishop of the East Wind delivers poetry and prose to your inbox every month on the second and fourth Tuesdays.