Until the credits roll, while an upholstered arm
and a floor that’s lava are all that separates
a heart beating into futon from
a breath accelerating over sofa,
Tag: writing
Espionage
I’d always swing my leg, duck my head,
and weight my balance sideways,
maneuvering through barriers
that I would have called an alarm system
Starboard
first published in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine
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two pupils,
in and out
Feelings
first the twist of leaves,
tight as an icicle
you / lamb
(decision letter erasure after Bleating Thing)
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haiku #10
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The souls I wouldn’t try to fix,
the compliments I didn’t give,
and all the hearts who never asked
for mine to be so earnest—
Wind Sang
When the hawk lifted above the goats
grazing on the mountain,
into the mist-filtered,
sun-kissed sky,
Honor
You draw your knee closer to you in the sand,
tilt it, push it back
as the tide rushes out.
Alphabet Ravine 