Finders keepers ***graphic***

In this year of China’s moon, there ends a life too soon. On the cliff’s outcropping I stand, not yet daring the mile-down view. I wait for the scene seekers to disperse, then pin this sorry note to the grappling tree. You see, ah… I cannot shake them. Like brain bees they buzz. Dark stories […]


The day before winter

a walk, shortened, in October bluster. black branches flailing. shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. carpet the catwalks. stick to the shoes. the future’s opaque. carrying, carrying things. stumbling towards rest. knuckles of anxiousness push up, under the jawline. birthing ball bearings. must be swallowed. […]