Shadow remains the bones of us, the gray and pitted snows of us, piled on the north of us. Thus evading the burgeoning rain and bloom, shadow remains deep into…

I crouch makeshift above the eddy, crude, temporary, dingy, reeking of brushed pollen and storm drains. I drink from the creek because it’s savage, take the runoff in my palms…

Hold fast, slender sentinels! Hold sway against the night! As for eons you’ve defied the baying terror, lit the papers and quills, jaundiced the livering killers in cups, flickered on…

She hates mushrooms, says they smell like dirt and grow on shit and darkness. She hates green beans because her thumbs still ache from seven summers snapping tips. She hates…

This morning, the owls spoke Vietnamese. I am not speaking metaphorically, I’m telling you categorically, The owls spoke – Vietnamese. The air was a’crisp, crickets and toads hushed for this…

Seasons turn the birds, long gaggles in the slipstream, deny this place and habits, when Canadian airs slump down, heavy in the jets. Pelican pouches gone, black tipped twirling thermal…

Mist on this September morn, undressed in eyes once long, too young to winter this curled surly age. Surely once upon this September morn, before the chronic drains, now long,…

In the gathering steam and sizzle, innocence borne on the cleft tongues and snake oiling scales of just and rust, turn green in the enzymes – the endtimes just months…