Jan 31 2019

there is a sun and
it’s building shadows

on a wall
standing tall
for no reason

narcissus and woodpecker
posing as imprinted





Jan 16 2019

time is the currency, valor the cost

morning mirror and happenstance
pulling hope down at the corners
of a month meant for introspection

snow blows sideways against a window

a sparrow fights for survival

everyone, everywhere
arguing about books

and this is silence
holding tight
to a morning
short on light

showing up
as always
never quite


Jan 9 2019

the misanthrope

is buried in alaska

i know this because
you told me once
sitting on a square picnic table
beneath a dry dark sky
lit with acid green borealis

cassiopeia and orion
the only witness
to a wedding meant
for other people
another time, another place
blah, blah, blah
you get the picture

just a far off
long gone
atmospheric memory
rippling light and music
to lovers in a land
we’d only dreamt of

we watched in silence
for hours
those hours,
cradling minutes,
the quiet,
bone cold
seeping up
through cheap
cracked boots
and hol(e)y