which one of us let go? which one of us held on? things go back and forth around and around … More


of all the mountains i may chase, the two small, perfect peaks where the upper curves of your lips culminate … More


heard birdsong in the city looked up at powerlines listened for a moment considered that i don’t have to run … More


i have curled so close around my small routines, my reflection processes, that i have spun into a tight ball … More