It’s been more than two years now; Nearly two weeks since I even thought of you. Zero outside and the paper mill Steams vapor. I’ve...

The tree falling does make a sound It shatters the forest silence And echoes off the walls of light. We are, as well, not needed To...

I never thought this would do it, but Now, screwing the handles Back on the soup pot, I felt almost satisfied. I’ve never been almost...

Clear is a diamond It feels like ice Sometimes to see it You have to look twice It’s JELL-O wrapped in cell-o-phane A bag that zips Tape...

When I was small I thought it was acres and acres Of trees, flowers and paths. Eyes closed My feet sought the stepping-stones Past roses,...

You don’t remember how your tears dropped on the dark green fabric with gold swirls. A pricked finger. Tissue lines stained with your...

As we poled ashore you said the wind Narrows us down like possibilities, A bow line to this bank, singing The one sleep song it knows....

The ice cream man hardly notices as we melt our way to his cart he scans the area his eyes squinting and jaw set absent-mindedly hands us...

It’s a silly name, and my favorite color. Turquoise is the color of the sky when it makes me start to hover, Turquoise is the ocean as it...

Cold is blue, lonely and sad. It is the mountains With frost and snow. Cold is crystals, Popsicles And penguins. It is the wind that...

Oh, that I could find a book that opened like a door to the world where who I am is who I’ve always longed to be. Each word like a...

Breaking eggs to scramble, I think of rainbows And the good of promises. And how it would be nice to go back to bed. I see a yolk...

There was a tree of truth up which I used to shinny, A nimble youth still dexterous and skinny. So swift that I could easily follow...

Tai held his dead rabbit in the shoe box he used to keep his toy dinosaurs in. "A little wider," he said. And I shoved the shovel back...

Green seizes spring like prey, flings flecks of perfection into pools of bright air, bursts full into barren tombs, echoes of emptiness...

Mother gets dizzy these days unpacking saffron and sumac she barters for our love Mostly, she sleeps in America My brothers are suburban...