Where I liveIt is ever cold.Where I liveThe wind slices youLike the long edgeof a whale knife.
It’s after nine and the baby is finally done fighting it when my wife turns from Facebook and says “I need you inside me. Now…
My mother came over to visit me again last night.
There is a fountain
Should a name you’ve heardWhen not acquainted with the faceBe so easily forgot?
The trees have places that they growCast over hillside’s swale and dell.It’s as if all the species knowWhence they came, where seed ought to dwell.
I visited my son today for his birthday.
You don’t have to notice it so much from up here, but you still know it’s there. It cuts this place like…
“Second star to the right!” She called out, laughing.
Hands floating downLaughingAnd tiny shoesTripping forwardToward a half broken blossomSwimming throughThe cracked…
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