8/17/14

mechanical clicks;
splint-knee automaton
radios the dusk
his elegant chameleon stride
the shaky flashlight beam

8/16/14

Hour of sun and grass,
Leaf hopper punctuation
Dotting bent pages.
Book splayed on my chest, today
I am nobody's mother.

3/4/14

squint through the fog
half-tasting with dry tongue
the strung words unwritten
chain of my day lost to the
squirming babe in my belly

3/2/14

sip a glass of pop
elbow deep in warm laundry;
the radio's thin whine
is the pulled nerve of toothache
this slatted snowfall afternoon.

12/3/13

they spoke of hoofbeats
the thundering run of blood
through thread-like veins
but I heard spaceships, static
and echos, a voice miles away

12/2/13

hello scotoma
strange curving beast, back bent
and blown with white light
pull tight to the cornea
mark my vision with claw prints

12/1/13

the whistle of snow
dead grass trapped between the freeze
and thaw of autumn
I stir, nose my burrow mouth,
emerge in a new landscape