Brim

A crow is calling out up in a birch tree,where the whole world could see, but somehow it was only me who witnessed.Another answered with its own songtaking so long just to glide overthe building I was headed for,but didn’t want to go to anymore. This ice covered chain link squarewhere no one cares and […]

Trail

Plastic ribbon wrapped around a thinningsapling in the winter when it’s crushedby all the snow. I do not know the rightdirection I should go to make it out of there,on this distant trail that I am not familiar.Then you find me there all lostand looking everywhere for any signto trace my way back out to […]

Pace

They don’t touch the gray stoneat the edge of that old cliff that seemedto wear away the same space everyday.It was something to look at from a distancelike a monument you weren’t allowed to handle.On holidays they would light candlesand display them near the cliffwhere that rock lurked underthe orange light that broke apart the […]

Containers

Broken roller blades leaned againsteach other in the corner of their overpacked garage. The dust covered everythingincluding all the plastic decorationsthat had not been on displayfor several years now.In the center of the room by the support beamwas the burn mark from wherethe match was struck and gasolinewas scattered like confetti.The belt buckle they foundlooked […]

Correspondence

A mail truck is embedded in a snow bankand it’s headlights flicker just like blinking eyes.The letters are on fire from the enginethat is too convinced it’s dying to stopburning all the fuel left in its tank.She is watching from her empty streetwhile everyone is dialing their cellphones,and knows that something in that blazewas there […]

Shoebox Tape #8

In the cold morning they meet out onthe cracking concrete stairsand exhale smoke that’s thickeneddarkly by the temperature.She is driving back tomorrowand doesn’t know if she will evermake it over there again.He doesn’t think about it,and tries to speak of anythingthat could stick inside her mind.They check the time up on the clock towerand know […]

Twist

I guess I’m going home for Halloween againthey spent the whole night looking everywherefor her imaginary friend. There are goodreasons not to talk about the spray painton the ceiling, but it’s the only wayto tell them how I’m feeling.The goats penned out back cut their mouthson all the cans they try to nibble onto get […]