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An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently

may sleep come soonin this great dark chasm of emptinesstogether, alonedimly aware of the spaces between uswhispers become brayingan ass with that same old songI wish I could say: this too shall passinstead I join in, a melody of my ownsame lips thougheven in… Continue Reading “An Untitled Poem to Start Out September, Apparently”

The Endless Road

black tar ribbon flowsmoves like waterracking up distancemy eyes yawnmind dartingthinking thinking thinkingmissing one, with hope I have no couragebravery: unknownworry, my companionbeauty (through my eyes)and fear (in my mind) braidingwhat if…what if…oh, what have I done? the ribbon flows onI, with my thoughts,ride… Continue Reading “The Endless Road”

Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:

rock totemwatchesover Valley what changes seenglacial armbecome mineral riverbecome dry boulder bed dust and echoes goats of the mountainnowwith delicate hooves in motioncross and listen tara caribou | ©️ 2025 Oh thank heavens this trip is done. While the scenery is beautiful, sometimes breathtaking… Continue Reading “Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:”

Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land

They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”

Siri, Turn Off My Alarm

and nowme wrapped around youyou inside meI inhale, you exhalelove like smoke curling from our lipsyou, the finisher of my beingI close my eyes, it’s youupon waking, I am reclaimedyour rite, a rightyour touch slithering softly along my curvesmaking me become a womanyour voice… Continue Reading “Siri, Turn Off My Alarm”

Hello, my friends.

Hello friends. Summer has arrived to my corner of Alaska. It’s been warm and quite nice, weather-wise. I’ve been very busy this year, and getting busier. In a few weeks, my good friend, michael raven (of ravensweald), and I will be roadtripping from Alaska,… Continue Reading “Hello, my friends.”

When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River

“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”

The First Fields at Sunrise

The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”

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