Visions in verses
The Rain Comes With a Marching Band
I listened to the sound of a marching band playing under the rain where an unnamed storm blew its horn and the gray clouds clashed its cymbals in a cadence so ferocious the sky welled with pride while every human
Holes and Other Missing Things
A button fell from my coat, unmade and spring air whooshed afront my face abashed about a button gone small things can’t be replaced with none A man looked at the moonless sky there’s a hole in the corner and
The Morning Waits for You
And there will be mornings when you tremble a little bit and say again and again, “It’ll be alright” when you know it wouldn’t at least, not so soon but you hold on to the sun and its light on
The space she takes up
“I’m not about big spaces,” said she grimly, mouth pursed, a little tangy around the edges. “I’m all about the small ones. Corners, the tiny gaps between the stools around the table. I’d slip into that. I’m content with the
