What is Plenty
Not food, not funds, just love, and time. What details of the world have I this day attended to, in...
With Bells On
Their bells precede them. One by one, from thick brush, a hundred sheep emerge. They pour into the dry riverbed,...
Time’s Not
Time’s not snapshots in a flipbook but something fluid I can stand in, as if its waves create a drape...
After Visiting the Museum
One little life, such a tiny swish in the stretch of swinging stars. But here’s a spoon that’s made of...
