end of the
corporate ladder…
Month: October 2014
He has, you will find,
two…
I practice
letting go . . …
the radio drones
as I shave…
breaking the skin
of an overripe…
Peapods beaded
with raindrops…
my mother’s last …
the way
she chooses to die…
with her two hands
the artist…
the monarch’s shadow…
unfurling ferns
my mind…
lightning
the
sword…
two hands
become a lantern…
Declaring a truce
he slurps… running a stick
across the…
festival
the boy too young…
It’s as if he plays…
wild mushrooms
all the shades…
Autumn chill
the sound of…
through the cracks of sleep…
quarantine
an orange peel…
Addressing the dead —
every…