incense burn ashes falling tea is brewing orange clock ticking in the futon touring Sirius for the rest — pill bottle overturned hands…
A poem —
Cloud watching wonderersWith their backs pressed to the grassAs the world rolls over backwardsThe…
She thought she knew what she held,smooth as alabasterheavy and dense,coiled in…
A poem
All that wasand wasn’t last year;all that would bein the coming year…
I awaken to the soundsof tapping, crackling.Thinking I’m in a dream,I reach my…
That bobbing red handlewas further than it lookedBody achingSalt water in mouthEyes closed, submerged…
This poem is part of a broader narrative of human potential and, like any stage play…
the shoulders we stand onwere always our ownlessons learned, desires tamedmaking waves while the wind holds