"...the new world is breathing so loudly now it wakes me from sleep at night, like the baby’s wails from an unseen apartment nearby"
Category: poems
two poems for sunday
sierra norte
why does the wood pigeon’s sound make so?
sacrament to something
Two poems that have rolled around for a while, now. hummingbird words to see into the future, dear: it was your face along a crowd in my favorite coffee shop, and both our loves laid bare. give me the glass palm of your hand fill it up - with hummingbird words, a million grains of… Continue reading sacrament to something