March 22, 2013

Matins

It is after stirring from the nag of sleep and by the tug of tea, smelling for all the world like a sea of pine and […]
March 6, 2013

Rusty Rivets Squirreling

rusty rivets squirrel through the squirrely hole i squarely knew– below the door above the floor– upending sleep–with batt’ring beats– while weeps and mother’s wail in quiet barely […]
February 8, 2013

City Awake

beside shuffling jackets, corduroy against denim, and through a frosted sea of glass i see a world stretch and eyes break from sleep— barrel arms scrape against the […]