found scribbling

though the real moon shoneupon her sill, still she satback to the window, leaning inon the little artificialluna lamphe’d gifted…

Untitled (Nov. 2019)

Pushup pastel orange leaves Overlap the rust-rimmed ochre greens Of others not yet fully turned, like unto Unthumbed pages over…

Before the Frosted Sill

Snowflakes slant past the window, a pale pattern of shadows after the flame reflected; in the glass, lit ices glisten…

Forward in Good Faith

a manifesto of personal comportment   Calm, composed, and intent despite all manner of diversion and distraction I will be, as…

Big the river

Big the river Not so, the town Maybe five thousand Souls, all ’round County seat all the same Courthouse, grain…