vw microbus
out in my backyard edged by a tumbled stone wall my old and rusted microbus sits up on blocks, its wheels long...
while i wait
her barefoot steps kick up dust along the beachward path and disappear from view over windswept dunes while i wait on our...
found (and lost?)
it’s bittersweet to survey the field of one’s becoming with an eye to what’s real and (what could never be?) reminisce about...
at the end of an ending?
we talk of endings casually, like shutting some collective door on what has passed before or turning the page on a play’s...
under the pleiades
beneath the seven sisters you gave yourself to me an angel of light shining through the darkness all supple and soft, my...
with a touch
to catch each tear and hold them close like precious dew on a mountain slope or liquid gold or all you hope...
grounded
snow falls. from flat on my back specks of gray dance and swirl in random circles high overhead as cold earth seeps...
in the mood
in a foreign city far from the central square an empty coffee shop opens its windows to the street. a string of...