Month: August 2019

The garden was leviathan no doubt when seen through your baby lizard eyes, with leaves the length of galleons afloat in the jacuzzi, a sea by its size. You chose to take sudden soundless flight into the humid draw of depths too deep, all one-plus inches of you, in breathless night and silent as a… Continue reading To a Tiny Miracle, Found →

Please don’t mourn or pity my brief hold on this earth, like something frail or fine. When I’m buried, say this life of mine was more than striking glass and falling gold.   My home was at the edges of the sky where time was as carefree as a breeze. And I became the envy… Continue reading Wings into Glass: The Yellow Warbler, Part II →