How We Live Now

Tonight I can finally see the moon is a yellow boat capsizing in deep blue fear is worse when you do not see the face of those you fear   What is the worst thing? What is beyond… Read More

A Poem for Black Friday

  Whatever, Moon   If only the moon– give me something anything a hint of yourself as a grail or a swan’s egg, even the petrified face of someone I miss or mourn– it would be so easy… Read More