Spring 2020
It was the season of storm delays, of . . . shame and ghosts on trains
more
I can’t hold a face held before dawn & not see behind the eyes bullets.
more
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
more
Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.
more
She looked at him with sorrow, and surprise, despite all the news.
more
They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.
more
As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.
more