Poetry

Leavings from weather that came through last night litter me, litter us.

Yellow butterflied return to oaks in the grove.

I was two on the tv under the east facing window ...

It was the 3rd of July 100 plus degrees her canceer had returned.

Creator Guide, I have most everything I want, my needs are more than simply met ...

Curve of her lip since birth round and wide cherry jello puff and perfect ...

At the greenhouse where I worked one summar I discovered a cloudy pool cupped in landscape plastic.

we drive to see a house ablaze in light ...

Like one awakening from a dream he hears lake water lapping in his heart believes it to be his destiny or doom.