Category: poetry
ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
that is the way
…through any forest…
cliff-song
This song migrated from her playlist to mine, like a wish-feathered feeling she owns…
throwback 09.13.2020: empty
a waking reflection…
RWND/02.28.2017: again and when
The wind, her meaning was not to grieve…
bottom of the third
Crucial for creativity…
fault lines
It doesn’t take a cosmic seismologist…
wink by wink
…wake after wake
grand prix
Red dirt introspections…
answer-more
So, hell yes, I’m years-long-sore…
cloudy with a chance
The un-revelling of who we once-dancing-were…
fickle moon
I’m not done for what’s glorious…
mount melanchol
My heart’s become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
counting dimes
Save another war…
cinder-kid
I’ve been a renter ever since…
random day 2: blue
A warm blanket in the bathroom…
book of john
Who, on earth, are we?
random day 1: begin to know
Forgive that you grow—
air and water, at least
…could you escape this world?
second stone
Distant, maybe lost, or at unrest, at least…
WINDSTREWN 