Friday, May 17, 2019


At the top of palms,
an unmoving hand.
       Both sway,
both take time to drop 

now browning on the ground

the ants remain
and they are everywhere now.
She does not feel them biting.

The rain settles in
the bowls of the branches
Stagnant water
til the sun dries out
my eyes too.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

an ache, a pain

When you are left 
severed              sharp cuts
             no blade
But the lance of words

You never saw me.
I never found you.

When you look through
and through.
And return to yourself
sitting on the floor,
a child in a bucket
who won’t turn off the hose. 
The sun is hitting your face.
A former self
                      Now I'm waiting beside her
with a towel
to hold her close until she is warm again.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Do not feel sorry for me
I span the wings, 
I uproot grounds 
And spin webs over species. 

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

My body is breaking, 
but my time cannot fail my feet.
Use the best parts of me to build a column.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

give up

The snake tails
look exactly like coconut trees.
In the hills, we found our 
way towards an exit. 
This time I said goodbye.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018


Dear dear
untie sorrow, an unspecified locus 
to keep its remains.
To rest in this gyre.
For you, the distance.
If you leave, remember.

You’re the splinter in my foot.
Take it out,
but never reduce
the swelling.

My heart has spaces,
but pour warm water 
between its cracks.

The slow burn to my bones,
A charred existence 
now coated with molasses.
A sticky mending.

Move through it
a subterranean member–
Now quick and low waves grant me 
the access needed to catch momentum. 

If I’m moving, I'll remember.

Monday, November 12, 2018

2 women

Tearing off small pieces. 
Ashes smudge the bones.
If space and time, cause to forget. 
I’ll forget my own heart on the front porch for the dog to play with.