Recently a bird call Alerted all the cats That crows were flying swiftly To hit down on our town Calling out their flight signs Clearing out a paths And now they lurk all over Calling out the time Caw caw caw caw Creating quite a…

Disguised Colour me blue To match the sky Shade me gold With paint that’s old Stencil the words Faded to look like birds To hide me from real life   [Inspired by the image]

It’s time She walks in the room and I’m hanging out Books line the wall but I’m just sitting here I’m looking almost right at her, and she looks at me too.. but there seems to be something in between. Stressed, pale and white like…

Afters   My life is made from afters,  from endings.  It is made from dust,  clinging tightly to the floorboard behind the stove.  It is made from towels of spilt seed left under the bed and of ghosts lingering in their houses.  When I say…

Stranger Than Like a displaced deer down the middle Of as residential street Of industrialized city At late morning In a pandemic- …Unusual. That is to say It was less mind-bending Than the politicos Telling their constituents That science was merely A suggestion

Hour Sixteen Sequestered away in fear like a deer in the headlights, wide-eyed at the atrocities of human nature. I once wore a misanthropic hat lined with burs of Burdock that clung to the scalp ripping out my hair in chunks. My experience with humankind…

We all worked there–the entire family. It would always happen when we were in the back, with the cameras poised to capture store traffic. Chopping strawberries or pineapple into bite size toppings, I’d look up and see a figure enter the glass entrance door, pull…

Savannah sparrow, you amidst your sea of color, Tell me, Did you know, That shock of yellow Upon your brow, Would look so perfect, Against the Purple, of the flowers? Because I wouldn’t be at all surprised, To find, That you lined up the shot,…

Once in my apartment A dish flipped by itself And the plates shifted In a way that defied aerodynamics And no one had just touched it Or done a loud stomp The house had not shaken But still the dish did drop And move away…

There will come a day when I’m not there, my love, I hope you won’t mourn forever. For I’ll always be here, by your side, when I’m in your thoughts, in that late night, when the grief crests, and the ache starts to rise, dark…