Wednesday, April 23, 2014

What I Can Give you

I am gnarled and weathered gray
shedding autumn after autumn
toward winter howling for spring.

But, when the air turns thick,
heavy against every breath,
lean your head against me.

I can give you shade.

Full of Crow Poetry - April 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014


The way the steeple juts
from the church top
like somebody’s zealous

The way the woodstove creaks
in expansion as the fire builds inside;
the way it readies itself for stoking
and the lingering afterglow.

The way the wind presses
its finger to the lips of a dandelion bloom
just before hushing it into gentle spasms
of letting everything go.

Stoneboat Literary Journal - Spring 2014