Sundays
silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
Tag 365 Collection
Phantom Limb
The psychic tells me I’ve lived
many lives on many planets.
Choose Florida
cloistered landing in walled reserves
The Buses I’m On Are Always L a t e
the anxiety of moments
that chased us here
nostalgia
every hue of green reminds me/like placid drop of memory
Old Toads
All those years
of trouble and toil
In Pieces
broken toys, syllables of a harvest moon
A Nice Boy
“What is the nature of your visit?”
“Ve arr nut visiteeng. Ve arr leeveeng heer.”
Saturday
A place
to hold a thought
The Caspia Flower
a raid on our tongue tips,
dipping in the honey taste of...