Hands crumble fall leaves.
A natural confetti
welcoming winter.
Gut Bucket Bass
Edges are endings.
Beginnings too. Like a fly
draped in morning web.
Strange Wood
Tree roots, rock polished
by feet from another time.
What intimate souls.
I’m here.
lonesome water drops
fall from crowded drains towards life.
I will cry with you
Passing Lee’s Haunt
Lush Virginian soil.
Horrors tilled. A bone quiet.
What a hateful crop.
Hotline
lungs are pure magic
Simple transformation sights.
they talk with the trees
Soul River
flames become water.
power and patience move us.
I am the artist
Open Floor Plan
I woke up crying.
Dying embers. I remind
myself she is here.
Anyway
too tired to write
the day fades into night sky
darling words escape
Unravel
Let me see your heart.
Come closer, beautiful you.
Your scars are stories.
Ornaments
gray and green felt scraps
fall below an undressed tree.
crooked red stitches
I will sing for you
A voice burned out.
Drinking death to stay alive.
Will your laugh be gone?
grief cycle
A late period.
Late enough to pause. It came.
I will never know.
Waiting
I writhe in soft grass,
legs aching. Hungry to run.
Screams drown the thunder.
Dishes
hot water music
dirty dishes piled high
Small Ceremony.
Peppermint Sticks
candy cane legs
climbing up boulders to bed.
holiday jammies
First Snow
It snowed a little.
The lights flickered and were gone.
Afternoon: melted
Walking
Narrow, clean sidewalks
run along the busy roads.
Where are the people?
Right outside
White icicle lights
twirl and leap against red brick.
A rooftop crow laughs.
Blue Tulip
Sunlight plays among
the shadows of sleepy leaves.
A flower opens.