from somewhere in the halo
that lies between the light
and the source
emerges the voice
that cries to you, yes, maybe,
or ask again
Breathe: (3)
poetry
Breathe: (2)
why broadcast ill premonitions
in times of wind and storm?
what’s to read in the sky but
slate and rain, and more of the same?
Breathe: (1)
i calmly walk the streets,
curb to curb
the path behind me
a cluster of lines
stretched tight
a tension in search of release
a soaked rag in search of a wring
Day Trip: Work pt. 5
going home
should not be
too much to ask
Day Trip: Work pt. 4
star clusters get to work
far away
waiting for the train
i begin to stir
Day Trip: Work pt. 3
one thing that stays
is the news
a shadow moving across the wall slowly
following you like eyes in a trick painting
Day Trip: Work pt. 2
draw the blinds closed
let the chalk dust pathos
pass by, you in motion
against it
wait for the light’s
shift change
my kingdom for a soft foot
for an anchor to the breeze
Day Trip: Work pt. 1
desperate for their public
weary advertisements
begin using negative space
Day Trip: Rise pt. 5
neither side can be silenced so
i push both ways and count the hours
and just like the messy half measures
in which they encase me,
i too dream of towers
Day Trip: Rise pt. 4
through many instruments
one breath
becomes prismatic,
first light through glass
a symphony of warring tones
scrolls across the sky
above coffee cup signs
and bathroom lines
Sunshine and Wind 