Arc Lights

The arc-lights are blurred
by condensation
on glass. Continue reading “Arc Lights” →

These Words are Sand

All my words are sand
angry hands on hourglass hips
you are fully turned Continue reading “These Words are Sand” →

In the Bitterroot

The sky is red
behind the hills,
like blood pressing
through gauze –

I can feel it still. Continue reading “In the Bitterroot” →

Intertwined

Arms and smiles
intertwined,
we raised a toast Continue reading “Intertwined” →

They Roared

Our first meeting
was like passing ships
in the darkest night… Continue reading “They Roared” →

That Curve

That curve,
between rib and hip,
is the place
my rough hand fits. Continue reading “That Curve” →