Days I Could Not Find
days I could not find the sundarling so blue without youday doesn’t die, it does it blind,it furies, it comes and goesin braided bells of birdsongswells and hollows in...
Read Moredays I could not find the sundarling so blue without youday doesn’t die, it does it blind,it furies, it comes and goesin braided bells of birdsongswells and hollows in...
Read MoreIn My Room I will go inside nowand keep going till I’ve found you.All the rooms are empty,someone’s moved or gone bankrupt,a friendly dust on the floorrust in the...
Read MorePaper Letterspaper letterslike polaroidsdevelopin the floatinglight of candlesmusic to stareat stars by word eases into oasesof hair tangled in weedsthe stamp of the...
Read MoreWinter Room The chains of the swings hang still.The benches are covered in snow.High on a naked bough a crowLays down the law with beak and claw.I stare out the window...
Read MoreI’m very excited to have published a poem, North Star in the Whiskey Tit Journal. The other work is terrific, and it’s great to appear alongside so much...
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