Elegy The wildflowers run their purple flags. Fields are castaways. The crescent moon is unattached again. No stardust. No clouds. You think you’ll keep the memories of lovers inside your pocket for easy travels, but apparitions run like mice across... Continue Reading →
Long Dark Moon One day you feel the light from a sunken place. You’d missed it all the times before on your way across the surface. If you linger you can think its depths into existence. No one notices but... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 