Last night we heard five feet on the weather
And her and I prayed for Winter pouring into car windows
And trailing into our warmly lit room by our boot tails
But it didn’t look promising
I listened to...
This schoolhouse poses as a temple
Every sunday opens wide its doors
We ride over ocean bridge leading to country road
Away from this New England campus that would make Old quaker men rattle their bon...
New York lady
head hung low and lazy
boxes of light cast
across her chalky colored cell
a city tomb at the peak of brooklyn
horizon-free view at her lap
If you’re lonely don’t look up
doze in barred r...
It is now my time to wander
My fingertips traveling the wooden rail cracked open like a wound
leaving hollows for the brushing sounds to entice the famined fish
Lingering, my body pressed against my o...
Her sirens all have gone to sleep
With icy breaths she heaves a sigh
Surrenders to her bottom deep
Floating upward to what lingers in her eye
Keeper of the birds, the trees, the shore
Fallen is the ba...