Day 13

April 13, 2018

a word for soft green with deep crevices fluttering in dark, yellow-gold sunlight, unburdened by wet snow

Day 8

April 8, 2018

august thunderstorm tumbles along the pavement, whips city trees, casts spells on each hidden thing – even jealous river, birth …

April 3, 2018

trucks on the freeway, flat land stretched out beyond i find myself looking out a window between my world and …

April 2, 2018

tiny pools of snow along wind-battered off-ramp — tired gas station among the rows of corn stalks — I count …