(at family dinners I played the role of Very Nice Houseplant)

On paper, the difference between speaking with someone versus speaking to someone is quite superficial. Insignificant, perhaps. “Why even bother analyzing this?” you might ask. In terms of semantics, however, the difference between those two is as significant as crossing a pond versus navigating an ocean. 

invisible 

my sweat  

in the Pacific 

*Published in Issue 1.5 of Human/Kind Journal

not quite Mozart the staccato in our parting

*Published in tinywords issue 19.1 (5/30/19)

into June’s hymn I recast her death

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my other name the redwood hums a processional

*Published in the May 2019 edition of is/let

bark

masquerading as velvet

blood ties

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rocket smoke

if the sun doesn’t

shake me first

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shift to Aeolian

a son picks up

his father’s cross

*Published by Weird Laburnum on 5/26/19

lightning

what remains

unsaid

*Published in the May 2019 issue of Stardust Haiku

Fingers Crossed

I see this meme over and over: Someone is behind the wheel (cue steely gaze of determination), and the text reads something to the extent of “deciding if I should go home or leave town.” Leave town? Really? That’s your big getaway plan? 

If I’m gonna blow this popsicle stand, I’m not just gonna leave this town, state or country. I’m gonna truck it out of this planet, this solar system, this galaxy, this universe, and hitch a ride on a parallel dimension’s Big Bang and start from absolute square zero within absolute square zero. 

rewrite 

the sky finally 

rains glitter

*Published in Issue 1.4 of Human/Kind Journal