TW Featured Poet
Try tranquil when you notice a stranger blowing on his fingers or the sun’s become obscured or you are rushing to a vanishing point.
Try tranquil when you notice a stranger blowing on his fingers or the sun’s become obscured or you are rushing to a vanishing point.
if I tell you I need an assault rifle to explode watermelons
I hung in her left eye as if in a fisheye lens.
It was winter when the small wedding happened. Everyone was no taller than six inches.
a white tower of spray punctures the blue sky
These are memories like dreams from/a previous life that flicker in an updraft
If you make a list of all you are grateful for, you will find happiness.
I practice imagining you in places I can’t see
When we say the woods are quiet,/we mean a kind of spatial silence,/nothing moving/faster than the red squirrel
Fishes scatter in the spill of the moon path. / The shadow circles, watching us watch.