True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
Tag: separation
Someday on the platform to Pulaski
The twinkle lights from 2014 still wither in the trees. They decay like creepers: red, blue, yellow, green. You must …
Grandma’s Chest
An envelope within an envelope was neatly folded in the bottom drawer among the linens, fancy bar of soap …
Leaving Leelanau
I am from Utah, born and raised, but anyone would be amazed to follow where the heron go, or wonder …
Toward Brighter Nights
Attending school and working in the day I’m occupied, but that’s not true at night. My lonely longing comes when …