Wednesday, June 14, 2023

but it has always been this way
that the bones of the dead
nourish the land

*

lilac bush
i no longer have
illusions about my goodness

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dearest maple
i am tired
of being the wind

*Published by Five Fleas (Itchy Poetry) on 5/25/23

Monday, June 5, 2023

acid mt. fuji

my room is dark, save for the glow
of my computer screen
& i'm moving to music
moving with music as if
i were no longer human
but a verdant leaf or hydrangea
or a pile of dried earth that lifts & twists
with each burst of hot wind
i touch
the air behind the air & finally
remember the space
between my lengthy dreams
and you weren't there
as you had previously always been
& perhaps
this was simply a chance
to be the person i was
before
before

*Published by Skyway Journal on 4/24/23

Saturday, June 3, 2023

not even spring
my hands rush to greet
the freshly bloomed daffodils

*Published by Fresh Out: An Arts and Poetry Collective on 5/9/23