perspective

when did we
become so small?

how do we fit
into these tiny suits
of self?

surely
we were meant
for greater
reach.

new moon

to the eye
there is nothing -

the hollow dark
of absence

even so
the mighty oceans
are moved
by its silent
power

old cart photo

There is a poem here. I just haven't written it yet.

please

hold me

hard

crush me

against your chest



I care to breathe

much less

than I need

to believe

predawn

lavender gray
haze
this
morning mist
beckons me

fold me
into your damp
embrace
hide me
for these moments
in the mantle
of obscurity

hold me
hushed

and cool

hurry not
the day
break

burden

tears sting my eyes
yet refuse to fall
through no fault of my own

this pain

this pain is anchored
heavy and deep

it will not
be washed away

portrait

eyes wide
with the slightest
tremble
in her hands
she cradles
his venom
as if it were
a gift