Stationery
what can a poem do put sit twiddle its thumbs in the palpable dark / wonder at its strange composition of lines and symbols strewn here...
Unaltared
I. this truth is a tripwire I stumble over on my merry way to somewhere else and as I lift my face again in the directionless dark I...
Playing House
We crouched in the long shadows of the monkey bars, and the little girl looked up at me, her eyes veiled in warm light, "I'll be the...
Home at Last
I’ve mounted Mutianyu and scaled the Great Wall I’ve skipped rocks on the breakers of the Bohai Sea I’ve stood under the gables of old...
Unpause
I. II. our ghosts were in this week to watch the house while we ...
Cicada
I have five brothers but only two who ever made it out of the womb womb or tomb you can see what a difference a "t" can make in...