Day 26

April 26, 2018

you, broad elm, shaved down to earth – I stand now on your great stump, yearn to be your medium, …

Day 25

April 25, 2018

I claim I know who I am and how, what to write down, but nighttime, wet snow falling presses me …

April 24, 2018

a clean sheet of paper hides every sin, each fumble and misspelling, so you think God spoke to me clean …

April 21, 2018

when you tell of youth, and risk, and being bold, you do not reveal the cloister in your heart — …

April 19, 2018

that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here …

April 17, 2018

I specialize in making other people’s dreams come true because tending to my own stings, asks too much of heaven