Star-crossed
You used to read out our horoscopes over lazy breakfasts with the Sunday rags. We’d giggle at “romance in unexpected …
Category: Free Verse
It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …
Magellan
I see the maps, watch you navigate – you will always find the shortest route between two points, I know – but no …
for birds in a time of plague
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …