June 25, 2022
June 18, 2022
June 15, 2022
*Sensitivity warning: violence, gun violence, death, descriptions of blood, graphic descriptions of violence I can’t sleep tonightBabies are in cold storage instead of bedsThoughts and prayers […]
June 4, 2022
May 30, 2022
If rockets are launched, our lives will be measured in heartbeats
Will we even feel the white wind’s touch
May 28, 2022
May 21, 2022
May 3, 2022
First light frosting the tree line, and I close the door
On the rest of the house and leave the need for sleep
To others. At such an hour, with dark still lingering,
The stars blown apart and a waning moon near vanishing,
I’ve become too well acquainted with the dark dialect ...
April 30, 2022
I watch the news of children and animals escaping the violence in the Ukraine. Tears cascade down my face.
April 25, 2022
April 16, 2022
I take a walk during my lunch, as usual,
turn the wrong way out the building door,
stray to sunlit paths.
The breeze is cold; I’m not a fan of cold.
April 14, 2022
You stand at Devil’s Gulch
and say,
“I don’t think Jesse James
took a horse across here,”
and I don’t either,
because it’s much too wide
and there’s no way
a horse could jump that far
without breaking a cannon bone
or falling into the chasm,
even with Jesse James on its back