a lazy summer morning
early morning sunshine knifes between the canopy of oak and pine, disturbed by cool breezes which drift in waves through my open...
touch the clouds
as a kid i climbed every tree in my old neighborhood hoping to touch white cotton-candy clouds, my outstretched index finger straining...
in flux
outside my window a cold gale rattles wooden shutters. a dog’s howl echoes over black and white streets as the lights flicker...
absinthe dreams
i. an evening shower speckles the window. a candle burns on the bedside table, its fitful flame my sole companion. upstairs, a...
a thin crescent moon
beneath a wash of starlight the chill night air invigorates these bones. my beloved’s whispered voice echoes in my blood and pierces...
falling, in kashmir
standing barefoot in a mountain stream her sun-kissed figure flames with autumnal fire. a cool breeze scatters stray strands of long black...
afternoon tea
the white ibis are back on my lawn, their curved beaks knifing into green grass searching for bugs. they march and bob...
i find myself… here
they’re fighting again, exchanging profanities hurled with a fury that rattles my world. face-first on the bed, i can still hear every...