a letter
i remember the letter, handwritten on white college-ruled notebook paper torn from it’s spiral...
white noise (in three movements)
i. butterflies are back in the yard after another cold winter. they drift in...
from thinnest air
i. the opening line never appears to land precisely, despite rehearsals prior to the...
Afternoon Nor’easter
Cold rain hammers clay roof tiles, its staccato rhythm hypnotic in a room devoid...
one wish
through my window moonlight dances between bare branches of the oak out back. i...
Night Moves
Seger’s “Night Moves” wove its spell in a room stripped bare of furniture as...
vespers (vi)
no candle fitfully flames on my antique dresser. cloaked in darkness, i kneel by...
Last Christmas
My thoughts run empty like the abandoned shopping cart facing I-35 dusted by the...