Lion

prowling the plainssharpening your clawson the bones of your preyroaring just to hear yourselfslashing the air into ribbonsthat haunt the fields from border to borderbecause this is your territorygritty, fine, messythis dirt between clawsis homefinds its way into your coat of ironpart of you, as muchas your killer call:to hunt the inferiorexalt your alpha namesatiate… Continue reading Lion

Rainfall

To my grandpa---I love you always. An unacknowledged fear divides us, holds us back with steel, rolled and cold, drawing the warmth of our hands every time we dare touch the edge. We keep a safe distance. We observe each other, one hand outstretched, the rain of the skies falling all around us. The rain… Continue reading Rainfall