Mingling with ladybugstangling with damp grassit is easy to find home herewhere soft soil is your cushionWatching the dulcet wind subsidea neat ruffle against the…
I’m not always used to thinking profoundly — in terms of things existential and long-forgotten. My entire life seems to flash before my eyes, like…
A Glass of Red, Please Wine glasses were empty, perfectly lined up upon a self Sometimes I think about your life before me. Did I…
Fishhook the child watched the light reflect in the water to cling to the promise of a second sun turning everything imperceptible in its haze, …
Your Porcelain Doll I lie awake at night clutching the cloth on my skin. It burns without your presence on my arms, embracing the broken…
Boot Blacking There is a Man in the corner of the one-room club. His face is rugged and beautiful and He’ll call you ‘Boy’. you’ll…
Hornets There are hornets in my head, over my shoulder, behind my ears, beneath my fingertips, wings battering against the insides of my eyelids. Buzzing,…
Cloud Watching Spinal cord Broken but whole Wispy and gray It hangs in the clouds Dissolving like Marrow in the soil. I buried you Years…
Part 2: The Sky The sky and lake look the same to me now. If you stand far enough away from them, right at midday,…
Good Morning They sat in the old rustic diner the morning after it had snowed all night. They spent the night at Harley’s house after…