one day
from my window cars and trucks sail past in both directions, their tires humming...
falling (into love)
love is a feather gently falling to earth. it’s not what you receive as...
two of cups
i’d swaddle you with words but know they’d never stick, falling away from your...
an untamed “i”
at home in the dark i am bated breath and base desire, or the...
land of milk and honey
she shuts the door and crosses the room to her mirror. even all these...
through the veil
her voice, heavy with night, breathes through the veil and tickles my ear. half-asleep...
Sunflowers (vii)
I’m still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new...
word upon word
puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of conversation. modulation...