Meditation is mellifluous
melody ignoring the choo-
choo train inside my head,
but I have been growing
better, forth in time.
There are meadows
I will never enter – renter
of everything. Nothing I meet
in this life I keep. Honest. Lover
bearing forever strands
of hair? God, infinity is
so infinite when glimpsed.
Such the rose moon
grows on this
specific sky.
(originally published in Count Seeds With Me, Spring 2022)
Ripples of water
extend into days
we are wordless
with each other.
A storm breaks,
a dog whimpers.
We hear the groaning
Earth shifting
over countless hours
into the endless sea.
I’ve had enough
of windows,
where dreams
are a quick glance
over another
unfinished drink
in the middle
of the day.
(originally published in Count Seeds With Me, Spring 2022)
Happy to announce my third chapbook, Count Seeds With Me, is now available! These are poems written in 2020 during the height of quarantine. The books are beautifully handmade and offered in limited quantities, so get your copy over at Ethel’s shop for just $9!
You count seeds with me
and I am tired of countable things.
When I count them, they…
they… stay the same. All
in order like a motor
in my clockwork.
Yet I plant seeds
and you plant trees and
I pick flowers while you
pick flowers and I wonder who
becomes the failure.
I plant the same seeds
but you… you… grow
into something new.
There are petals or there aren’t.
We sprout from the same earth. I need
to water this something-patch-of-dirt.
If I do, I will feel. Something.
(originally published in Subnivean, Winter 2021)
Today’s a bit of a special day for me: my first poetry chapbook, ‘The Frayed Edge of Memory’ (Writing Knights Press) has released and is now available for purchase! It’s 44 pages and only $8 for a physical copy. Really excited for you to read it! Thank you so much for your support.
Two sample poems that are in the book: ‘Gate C55’ and ‘Short Return to Los Angeles’
