January 18, 2015 § Leave a comment
In every poem, there must be a forest —
Dark, deep for things to hide in.
Behind each leaf, an eye —
behind each eye, a leaf.
Panopticon of leaves,
the paws you won’t hear and the
breath you won’t see.
In every forest, there is a wolf.
In every poem, there must be a forest.
December 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
which was first — the footprints
or the shadow?
Inspired by this picture.
November 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
Cold night and dark early.
The house pipes sing around me like a kettle.
How many left?
There is no wisdom.
November 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
The fact that the lamp is on the opposite
hill does not mean it is far away
August 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
Late night edamame at the sink —
Left with black salt on my lips.
August 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
even the busses’ engines
fading into the distance