Make Room
Make Room what tall boats sailed under snow on these dry-blue beds crushed by the weight of heavy moons and black ground how many layers of bones lie below […]
Make Room what tall boats sailed under snow on these dry-blue beds crushed by the weight of heavy moons and black ground how many layers of bones lie below […]
What, exactly, you may ask, is a blazon? A blazon is a poetic form, first appearing by the French poet Clement Marot during the 16th century. It started out as
The snow kept falling and ice seized as winter pressed dark and hard Exhaustion mounted layered high as the banks of a deep river draining your strength, dry. Though no
Gold Mint Trail, Hatcher Pass Today is not a day I dreamed…it will be summer, always
We walked the quiet woods, cameras dangling from our necks, the air cold and still. Soon our steps became further spaced as you wandered away, following the scent of
Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, magazines, a woman’s purse, shoes, a child’s doll: intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains circling the
Time and time again, I’ve had a recurring dream. I am riding my bike toward a large, Victorian house on a pleasant, tree-lined street. I stop in front of the
Mother’s Hand-Antonas Sutkus This is the yard where babies cry, where kites fly where a warmly tended vegetable garden grows year after every perfect year where my three children dug
Eighteen inches of new evidence, snow Come, walk with me said the river Walk into my world of monochrome black and white, slow the day is short and deep
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