Pressed against
a granite bosom,
kissed, askance,
by Mother, moving. Continue reading “Kissed, Askance”
Sand in our Guts
There is no pearl
to be found
in these eddies and swirls,
yet,
the grains of sand
in our guts
Continue reading “Sand in our Guts”
It Wasn’t LCD
The earth clock ticks,
as tectonic plates shift.
The serpent’s tongue licks
at the burning edges
of all of this. Continue reading “It Wasn’t LCD”