Wingless
This poem is versedfrom October’s dying leavespenned with the rainon the parchment of wetted streets,riddling their secretsfrom questions unknown. This poem is nota spreadsheet, not deadstill piled among leavesleft purpled […]
Tag Archives: free verse
Falling in love
To fall in love is lack, a loss of gravity; the weightless sense of jumping from a cliff without a parachute. To fall in love is windswept hair and bravery […]
Books and dragonflies
The river is both change and sameness It’s an endless new beginning from its birth in raindrops, rivulets and streams through the rush of waterfalls, the sluggish movement under bridges […]
Five ways to use a mallet
There were caw of crows a fence around the headstone and his broken mallet overgrown with grass. A mallet argument bludgeon better than convinces, maybe silence is a question. We […]
Pickled summer
I pickled summer saving shimmered trance breeze of melt and green. I added moss rose musk our solstice dance, and heartbeat skips of moonstone lull. The jar (now twisted shut) […]
