Bike and water
I bicycle across the frozen lake on my way to work. It’s almost six kilometer shorter than the path around. A gift of winter and a road for free. A […]
Category Archives: poetry
American sentence – moon
It’s from the deepest shadows of an alley that the moon looks brightest. An American sentence for Kerry at toads. — February 19 2017
Nightshade whispers
Is it lunacy — this slow decay of night? As nightshade whispers and how moths commit its suicide when flying close to light… A laughter fills my abdomen with rot […]
Soil is not my soil
With bleeding gums from scurvy, liced and scabbed we, the sea-sick, found our way to freedom from the belly of the ships and built our life in hardship of the […]
Moored with seaweed veins
My feet are lead I walk with weight on sand alone impressing footprints washed away on every wave, It’s foam and kelp. A heart- beat close to last. As once […]
