They say you can turn triggers into glimmersThey say you can pull the trigger or see the glitter
Poetry — a lone wolf
the wolf in the snowshowed eyes that glowedof a wanderer’s fatea lone wolf…
Spotted.Rare sightingand unexpected proximityto an urban gazellein full flight.
From a distanceI watched the budding offirst leaves green on yourbrown barren arms outstretched,as if to give me a hugsaying, since when…