evening song
cicadas fill the stagnant, humid air with their song. the sound is deafening as i stroll a gravel path beneath hundred-year-old oaks...
heat waves
six straight days of ninety-eight degrees have kept me locked indoors. my overworked ceiling fan whines and wobbles but can’t cool this...
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...