My father finds comfort in crows
Inexplicable. That is what I say when you tell me and all I can do is shrug and count: How …
Category Archives: Childhood
Your body is returned
i. I know because you are me. You came here afraid, chased by storms. You huddle with spare, odd friends …
The meadow prefers no trespassers
or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far …
Taking the car to the beach
this is not quite the breeze that wound past us when we entered the woods off the dirt road and …
9/3
to be lost for this ever, to drink the moon when no one is looking, to return washed clean
6/24
we lay here in our pod the world screams crazy past you ask, ‘What is the world?’
The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
6/19
through this leafy tunnel, freed from the sun we stroll easy, trace silky air over our skin discover joy in …
Shade is beautiful wherever you find it
Concrete squares lay out for miles, tar driveways melt, made endless by eager sun. Crisscross blocks, seek any shade. Detour …
Lantern on path
Lantern swinging down path — I wonder if it is really there, if that is you, or just some accident …
