Vanished

Silence saturates            the old footpath                      that brought                                  them to me.                                   …

Redshift

My mind takes flight and I trespass the boundaries of redshift galaxies, light speed jumps blending with stardust                      to shield my wings                    from a reentry burn.  …

City Winds

I’ve never heard a nightingale sing, but I know where blue bees hide—not in this metropolis. City winds do not speak to me like they do in the forest, only tearless …

Hourglass

I am a shadow walker  of the ancient ways—I have no beginning,  nor shall I end. By Earth I was risen, though Sun sets  me free, and Moon  rains stars into my eyes. Wind carries my…

Anecdotally

I cerebrate on patterns of human presence, but having soared the thirty-two winds over twenty thousand daybreaks, I cannot reason with air poisoning my lungs and chemicals slowly eating my eyes,…