#sundaypoetry - Layover
These days walk by as a man stripped of comforts, worked to bone, then ash, blown by the wind. She hides from them, from him, under...
#sundaypoetry - A Love Letter
A love letter In time I will come to you in great ease and great grace. As the stars point to beyond themselves and extend for millennia...
#sundaypoetry - YEARS
YEARS Ice, wine, Valentine, Murmur me your dreams of sleep. Restfulness, I know I felt long ago, between stairways and stained knees. I...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - LOW TIDE
LOW TIDE THE TIDE GOES OUT LEAVING TINY BOXES OF COPPER WIRE EACH READS A STORY FROM YOU TO ME, IN A POEM BETWEEN TWO DOORS WHEN OPENED,...
#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART V
V WE TAKE SOLACE IN THINGS OF THIS EARTH LEFT TO REMEMBER: OLD CLOTHES IN PLASTIC BAGS, A LOCK OF HAIR YOUR NAME, SCRATCHED IN THE PALM...