Gunshot

sunlight falls away untilall we see noware duvets of fogand rainand grey skiessummer dies —you can see it leaves fallthe sky turns in earlyflushing with rashesof scarlet and goldamidst the leavesmy blood poolsdripping darkover molding leaves and pine conesthe echo of a gunshotlingers in the airi'll survive, the physician tells meit's a matter of choicethe… Continue reading Gunshot

Snapshots, 090619

In the seat in front of me, a girl's voice teases upward into a laugh. Between the window and the seat, her face is framed by light and a smartphone pressed to her ear; she's talking to someone she loves. The sun is hard in its heat and soft in its rays, and swaddles me… Continue reading Snapshots, 090619

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