Springtime Invocation
In the darkest months of winter, it feels Like we are stuck in our cozy Glass snow globes, happily bound inside Like porcelain dolls....
UNRAVELLED THREAD
Assessing the damage (as one does) The detritus of your life A crazy land of Dangling participles A desk choking on Garamond Splinters...
Storied Ground   Â
I like to write poems in the passenger seat of my car, parked in the shade in a cemetery not far, nary a sound, stories all around, ...
Belle du Jour
An. I mean I don’t know. I’ll try. I can’t move. And God, my head. My head. Please, I’m trying. I mean I hardly slept. I had that...
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