A Sonnet Under the Stars To look above at skies so dark yet bright Is human in the most appealing way; To feel the grass
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie My dog lies so submissively upon the chair where I should be. As one eye opens plaintively, his sigh, my muse,
PROMISE ME THE MOON Snakes in clouded mittens sit on mountains in the dusk. Me and Sonny Bono clean the fog before it rusts. A
NEW MOON, NEW FLAME Here we are again traveling to reunite our stories by candlelight. Our dead are grooming the dawn in the womb of
simon I. red rover red rover send raymond right over–always the last thing yelled from the mouths of the opposing hand-clenched line of my third-grade
Basho before bed, fleeting dreams of cranes in flight; moonlit plum blossoms. Stopping; short of breath, right lung years gone to cancer; walking hard uphill.