Time’s ocean
Time is a drop of water draining out of our lives drip by quiet drip Time is a trickle musical Continue reading
Time is a drop of water draining out of our lives drip by quiet drip Time is a trickle musical Continue reading
What if the pond was no ducks allowed And the forest prohibited trees What if the grass grew upside down Continue reading
In grief I pulled and tore my hair In anger It grew back as serpents Hissing and writhing At the Continue reading
I tried foiling the rabbits Who like to eat my tulips As the emerge from sleep So tender and new Continue reading
Noontime sun belied late spring cold Knife-edged shadows Sharply marking the temperature differential: Cold beneath the penumber by the alley Continue reading
I find my way out of sleep unexpectedly in the middle of the darkness Feeling for the soft weave Of Continue reading
Along with the spring sunshine That is warm and even hot In the still-cold March air Along with the dirt, Continue reading