A wooden oval
Rests atop battered metal.
Legs like railway nails.
Unkempt
A kid-worn backyard.
Forgotten sand buckets, sleds.
Firepit building sites.
Negative Space
I am above it.
Amidst. Along. Around it.
Remember nothing.
Wounded
Love, torn to pieces,
Gathered by the broken hearts
To reassemble.
Desert Breath
Sekhmet’s wildfire feeds
The pale choke of ash. She drinks
deep. A loyal rage.
Life
I cannot answer
in a way they understand.
I am my own dream.
The Sage
A small desert shrub
Slow dances as earth exhales.
Memory blooms night.
Lighter
In rain, hightops bound
across dated trolly rails
to dig up legends.
Closet Floor
Gray carpet catches
Laundry tossed half heartedly
Towards the basket
Sloughing
she moves slower now
milky-eyed, shedding groupies
risking death to live
Coming Home
Soft gray clouds unwind.
Fresh, cool pillows giving way
to warm, wine-stained lips
Treasure Hunt
Carrots formed from mud
hurled across tree branch bridges
four laughing vines twirl
Front Yard Fealty
Robin and nuthatch
Begin the ceremony
Bend to the Crow Queen
Memory
always a liar
or perhaps, unfolds the truth
beyond time’s logic
After Rain
Buried stories rise
Between red dirt and rich soil
Weeping ravaged runes
Brief Life
I cannot explain
Beyond five worldly senses
But through poetry.
Polar Bear Club
The dive in darkness
A brisk laugh rings out to me
Frigid sea waters
Offering
Sorrow overflows.
I collect it in a bowl
Burn it with music.
Family
I tell our stories.
The strength of love watches
Monsters fade to clouds.
Lethargy
A Burning Candle
Waxes Uninterrupted
Consuming Its Wick