Follow the Directions
It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time.
She couldn’t remember when she had received it,
wondered if she had borrowed...
lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...
Where Vessels Go to Die
Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...
Peaches & Poetry
I’m trying to leave my phone in the drawer,to get enough sleep, and drink more water.All while the world tumbles towardsbecoming rubble—it...
Boativation (Kayak Poem #22)
Broen and I catch Mother Weather napping,push off into her belly, glide on glassinto the York River. Glittering current requiresthe paddle...
Entranced by Fire
I light the forest,see what burned looks like,more visceral than AIpictures. Flaking branches,like fish on a grill.Black smoke, crawlingalong acre after acre...
Quarry
The sun looks higher here by the quarry
Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth.
The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...
Beat
An amniotic lake within meand you, floating
then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I
expected sound.
For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...
Late in the Game
We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed.
Never inward, it would...
