On Betrayal
Would you betray a maple for its shade –deny yourself the cool comfort of dim light,sweet woodruff and fern, ground ivy,violet in spring? Columbine refusesfull sun. Your languors burn, blisterand…
Category: Anger
Now You Deign To Flicker
Polaris – you bastard – all that spinsresists you now. All that walksshall ne’er look to seek you tuckedbehind a maple sway. None that walkwill look upon the sky in…
Of Dead Birds and Tongues
If I knew anything, like a dog’s tail wags, like an iced wire sags, I would know a hard mouth stings. But there in the blaze of it, in that…
I Will Not End My Grief
Could there be a requisite span of mourning – some sentence meted out by the dead to be thrown black out into a day without – wistfully walking away? I…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 