“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC

    damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet   her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog   besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh   five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest       laying by the lake,…

Silent Summer

numbers dance in a blue sunsetdisappearing with the smell of youdistance between your front teethmine the same, a photograph of usour tears severing the stem of trust hearts dancing, our hide and seeklaughing in between seaweed gemssummers turning to dots on the wallsinging with bubbles, silence speaksmy love now, stem cut, gone for weeks  …