vespers (vi)
no candle fitfully flames on my antique dresser. cloaked in darkness, i kneel by an open window and watch a myriad of...
Last Christmas
I. My thoughts drift like the dirty snowbank facing I-35 dusted by the pale glow of a milky sun unable to pierce...
on hold
out past the screen door night sneaks up like a black cat, dewy with fog. in the trees out back an owl...
sweet dreams
you ask about dreams over morning coffee, steam from the cup fogging my glasses. sadly, i have nothing to offer. nights of...
What if, after the new?
From different worlds we collide, and like a bolt from the blue summer enters my life once again. For how could i...
Into His Twilight (a reprise)
I visit you like an old friend well acquainted with your customary way of telling a story fit for any occasion. We...
up in smoke
dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad’s zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single hit held deep and my anxiety slowly...
in her eyes
in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac’s leaf. and just as earth’s...