Month: May 2021

an astronomerstudies lunar fragmentsa life of signslike potsherds pieced togetherto build a vanished city Originally published in Spaceports & Spidersilk, c.

I write with the soul that is summer.With the blood of me people dancing like a firefly incased with heather.My

I step on the thread   even considersnipping the end   but   it’s too muchto find scissors             when opening thedrawer will lead

Let’s let it lie—the grace of all this being—like a dancing forest of winter trees.And these, palms, turned upward,have relinquished