Becoming Respite

I move in the world a changed being now being now today the yellow grass in the field up the hill is bowing to the rain the sea and the land and the sky cede their colors into fog becoming one passing waxwings eat red berries off the vine, laugh at the cat through the...

The Morning After

so many empty plates dishes piled high corks found in corners furniture askew memory too what did I do?   beside stained counters trash overflows its cans and there’s pure audacity in that recycle bin what will the neighbors think?   candles broke their dams...