Category: Poetry

Raider

spring wind howls softly – if you whisper you will feel words spirited away

Rest

as the world sits still ease spills down the spine of the spring slug-abed

Damage

cracked open – feelings shatter – pomegranate seeds on a snow white carpet

Blossom Cool

a white petal falling from icy wind in cold rain – that’s blossom cool

Ava

I used to see her coming. I used to see her going. Running a short nervous run or tip-pawing. I used to spot her in the bushes after sunset, ready to spread all over someone’s carpet. I could see her even when the fog… Continue Reading “Ava”