I saw a word and fell in love /
Thinking, that is me, I’ve found /
It, the thing to define me
Category: Literature
Home Fires
anchoring her still to this world / her mind as broken as the daffodils
The Woods
I found, in the middle, an open grave. / Of course I climbed down
One Layer at a Time
You don’t usually become aware of your identity until you are told to be, i.e., until you are told to live in a constant awareness of it. Human beings tend to live comfortably and freely in their person until society interrupts and tells them to do otherwise. This has been the experience of my entire… Continue reading One Layer at a Time
Survivor
The tulip lay flat to the ground / cut off at its base
Emerald
Autumn leaves fall from the oak / revealing a nest high above
The Things we Never Knew we Needed
Martina’s hands tremored against the buffering wind.
Praise Song for Lockdown
No rush hour, no traffic lines / coffee with biscotti / the swell of birdsong in trees
Cheekbones and Adam’s Apples
All the men in my life are statues /
poised stoically.