In this strange land,
I will wear a mask
and, though I itch,
heavy woolen robes.
Pits and Canyons
Begin your life,
bundles and sheafs,
thumbtacks and tape,
carefully leave
each picture, placed,
level, straight, spaced,
accordingly. Continue reading “Pits and Canyons”
Whole and New
Push back the brambles,
and onward I ramble
to a place where I might
grow, whole and new. Continue reading “Whole and New”
Black Earth
Grief is the black dirt
that buries a treasure. Continue reading “Black Earth”
Choices
We made the wrong choices
and they nearly killed us. Continue reading “Choices”