Brood Covid
We have been underground
For what feels like forever
Sucking on our cell phones
As if they were tree roots.
Now the time has come
To put aside...
The Yellow Door
By ramrod fleet, by coonskin cap,walking contraband visits the shops,in this one and out that one,purchases wrapped under arm or carriedin tiny...
In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...
Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...
WITNESSING PHOTOSYNTHESIS
My partner ina sturdy flowerpot.
She trips the lightfantastic, into all life.
Comets arcuniverses, for her.
Waves entwine like wreathsto holidays, for her.
A sturdy flowerpotwalks out...
darkness fell, and we knew what we were in for; wind howled and we sheltered from the storm, and crawling from beneath the fallen branches,the shadows...
The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens
I am still water
I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
