Drops of cold sweat are Needle tracks on my skin What am I feeding in this Frenzy of flavors This … More
Forgotten summer A bulge in the snow lingers Canoe slumbering
Our winters here are not gay — A somber time of year Our winter’s fifty shades of grey The wind … More
Cuts in my eyes Swallow me whole I cannot advise To have or to hold Old apron with stains Wraps … More
Your pen is red Your eyes are sad Your doubt fills Me full of dread I hold my tongue Suspended … More
Sunset cuts me in two I don’t have a clue as to what I can do that’s new That hasn’t … More
I am taking an essay writing class for the next 10 weeks. So I may from time to time post … More
Snow vortices — Do the flakes shout to each other In their divergence Or is silence their remedy?