Lights in the Water

Temperatures above 60. A sky of endless, eggshell blue. Trees: naked, shivering still. The sun is setting later these days, but its brightness and warmth still seem a ghost here. The wind carries the rumor of winter in her breath, still. Everything is grey, grey, grey. I walked through Jaycee Park today. The water was … Continue reading »

“we stay up all night, talking”

old moon throws her white hair down & braids it with lavender & dust as it pours like full, fragrant water from an urn. Continue reading »

“venus in the summer sky”

beryl tiger, fur like a diamond-crust of blood, he stalks my nighttimes, a glowing madness of sultry cloud. he looms, beside the luminescent huntress moon, her headdress feathered with juniper and june-red wheat. i’ve seen his eyes burn through and through— the curtain of summer rain burnished with his gold, their smooth flesh unfurls, the … Continue reading »

I Went Exploring

I left Starbucks, feeling like I needed to move. Sometimes, when my thoughts are swirling, sitting in one place feels stifling. I packed my things, put on that playlist on my iPod that is stacked with songs which make me feel nostalgic, slipped my headphones over my ears so the music became a veil between … Continue reading »

Strains of Birdsong, Echos of the Past

I’ve been sodden with nostalgia lately. I don’t know why this feeling’s come so strongly over me, though I think it has something to do with the changing of the seasons. The weather is so turnful. Sunlight blows down with shivering breath. The taste of the air is sweet with a bitter aftertaste. At these … Continue reading »

“Orphan Months” Tanka Sequence

.                     A family breaks fast; .                     light breaks over the valley .                     as ice, melted sweet .                 … Continue reading »

“Come. Swim back to me, as you were at the beginning of the world.” Part 7

Part 1 __ Part 2 __ Part 3 __ Part 4 __ Part 5 __ Part 6 7. Now, I imagine you were always there with me. I would drive to the mall in the late morning light, as you stretched and yawned, buy a pot of tea from the bookstore, sit beside you, framed … Continue reading »