waiting to exhale
between one heartbeat and the next so much which hangs together by the fragilest of threads can reach its sudden end —...
just as i wake
between one heartbeat and the next so much which hangs together by the fragilest of threads can reach its sudden end —...
daffodils
in silence i wait by the field-stone gate for spring-time blossoms to bloom. and over my head a pale crescent moon mirrors...
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...