The dreams began with the old womantucked in her cryo-chamber,a botanist from another time altogether. Dreams of young green tendrils wrappingaround her chilled wrists and ankles whileshe slept the iridescent sleep of the edge of galaxies. The dreams spread to…
it’s just a flit flutter flirt wings beatingin a chestit’s just a sip of a nectar floral center yellow pink purple red color explosions behind eyelids swerve dip whisper feather soft touchit’s just a flit flutter flirtof a hummingbird heartApril…
You don’t rememberwhat green means,fresh and burstingfrom snow fed mud.What first bladescan teach youafter many monthsof monochrome grey. You have become unyieldinglike the dry husksof milkweed, sheddingsilver strands of fallwhile you lie dormantdreaming of monarchs. For you I will paintnothing…
Did raindrops land like heartbeatswhen they ran for the fields,when night came for them?Did raindrops land like scarson the arms of refugees? They didn’t know that orangecould be a sky or a fruitor an escape from the windin her hair…
Should we starteach day with poetry?With words scoopedinto mouths,tumbled smooth,held on tongueslike lemon drops? Sweet, sour,hard, and sharpas broken glass? Swallowed as tiny cuts,each word absorbedinto every cell.Reborn as another poemon another broken morning. January 1, 2023
I looked for youin the linesof your poetry.I hunted for youin the spaces betweenyour pretty words.I rearranged theletters to tryand form secretmessages meantonly for me.Ultimately, I criedout in anguishwhen I realizedthat there was nothingfor me to readbetween your lines,nothing but…
