Look toward the sun in Octoberand you’ll see its light everywhereas a hazy scrim comprised of motessoon to assemble and disappear,as though the air knows it’s timeto pack itself together, wrappedin its own hug or a new layerof skin. Before the air’s painted blackwith cold, let’s go to the gardenand dig out the Yukon potatoes.Steam... Continue Reading →

Think of all the timethat poured throughthe two of us, but notas a reason to stay.It was never sandslipping throughfingers.It was windbrushing throughleaves, a wrinkle of airnicking the crisp edgeof your life against mineand for a momentwe shared the skyaloft and alwaysabout to fall. Read More in Poetry