Toukokuu (Finnish for May - sowing moon) This gamble - a seed thrown down on warming soil. Surrender the weight of hope into the season’s fickle hands. Each cycle I am found hollow, ringing beneath the wide sky. Chittering greedy... Continue Reading →
Sparrows Open, white page yawning out morning. My notebook sidesteps any focus. I’ve forgotten the raw taste of captured ink, I’ve lost where the words reside on my lips, against my eyelids. Our black cat gazes at his watery reflection,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 