A poem —
Cloud watching wonderersWith their backs pressed to the grassAs the world rolls over backwardsThe…
it doesn’t take much
to get me back
to that place again
to the bar I reserve for best bets
showing up late
scanning the room
useless scissor twit gave me the wrong shearsso i teared at my skirt only to find left overshaving cream and blood that was…
Song of the Turtle
Iced spring waterdribble drips fromcottonwood’s wide leaves likefalling flute…
a receding tide
snakes across the estuary
I am seventeen now, in two months I will be eighteen I will be voting for my first time this year, what a year to be able to vote I feel the…
The fucking sky is falling
