Alone in the shower I wash the foam of you dried ocean foam from my hips. This water cannot clean like the ocean cannot strip me bare like the ocean. Yesterday with you-- I was the flower in a clam,... Continue Reading →
March hung a week in the sky a shiny chip of hope only crushed shells in my pocket I need to see the future file the edges of my common sentences, try to collect oxygen for the absent sky. I... Continue Reading →
two o'clock am The light is pale gold. Heart never met this beauty. My power dies next to the gods in gentle surges never tells me who I am, why I stay in the wind. The moonlight on the beach... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.