O Lord!
Someone, stop it!
The thing I would end if I could but I can’t
because I am not in control. God,
help us. Why do you let this be?

For I have heard the roar of an inhale exhale human distress
twice. I have held despair that can’t get up
off my lap, have seen anguish,
and I do not have I can I should
not, not. I, why-Read More »

Leaves fall like flowers with sharp edges on Christmas cards
that masquerade as snowflakes while I sit here,
the rush of the seat of my kitchen chair a nice distraction, prickling my hands
as the water running by pricks my feet.

My fiber seat imagines it’s the rush of the stream,
that the center tying it all together is the liquid’s bellybutton,

when honestly, it stands out-Read More »

Seen in the twilight,

the robin,
bouncing like quarter notes,
is blue as the walls in a boyhood bedroom,

and the ashen,
pewter, marbled squirrel,

arcing
as whole notes,
is blue as the moon’s backlit clouds,

their waves-
wisps reflecting

the midnight sky.