If this were my only way to you
I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he …
I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he …
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark
under the diamond shining off this raindrop we sit, silent ease, cocooned in dark, unknown, endless
I dreamt of Franko last night; we slipped together easy, sighing hard, and watched an old woman die dancing bold …
soft drumming of the vent below the floor, window rattling; it is the wind that owns day and night, not …
crisp seed pod warmed in afternoon sun hollow now seeds scattered but one, bursting toward sky
tree stands alone empty black branches yellow-gray field I am not afraid to come to you
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on …