SEASONS OF THE FALL

I climb things, climbed things, out of warm womb,fresh from first hold into new armsalready breaking, wondering about climbing back up. I climb things, climbed things, chimneys in a child’s mindlooking for traces of reindeer and reasonsto still believe in faith and family and catching flight. I climb things, climbed things, out of closetsand their […]

BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]