Poesie

The velvet tufted tip of your perked ear The weight of your lifeless body The way your head lolled to my hand like a child The dry pine...

The ant moves across the dirt..... Capturing the long drawn shadows of trees on these autumn walks Hearing the crunch crunch as my baby...

I bless my community of beautiful sorrowful vulnerable souls Love warriors wielding words like axes to slice through the bullshit, Pry...

This wreckage The wreck of our age (I think to myself) Somedaybugs will crawl across my eyelids and burrow in my mouth Making a trail, a...