"These words are just the dust of the day, the breakage of thought that never got air time..."
"Some poems avoid you / and don’t bring a warm blanket / or soft sunrise at the end / just a reckoning of sorts..."
"They’re pigeons on a city street, deer in the suburbs, people everywhere, throughout time, throughout space, making do wherever their roots find purchase."
"Birds taunt like boys daring / Still, it shivers in a black frost..."
"My mind is in the moment, appreciating the gift. Ha! You liar..."
"We "Retired" the Alarm Clock weeks ago / We sleep in late—Hell there is no place to go..."
"Assess your pantry, your secret stores. / Someone else may scoff, but your elders / whisper in your ears that a feast awaits your hands..."
