Where He Used to Sit
He’s an assprint in your cushion. Time will inflate you back to your original shape.
Woman in the Universe
I’m invisible, vapor, a motion blur against laser-sharp winter, a soft breeze stinging your cheek numb; I am a ray of sunlight in a bright room, a cell in a…
This Place Called War
Ed never cries. I hear him crying in his bed. Tomorrow he leaves, his day is near; His tears, against everything he said about this place called War, where women…
Future’s Kiss
Splash away the sunset, oh, just let it melt away, drip down the canvas of another passing day. Time is only future’s kiss running sand into the sea Liquid splish…