Poetry

“Horses stood waiting at the top of the canyon in the dark. They knew Chief Joseph would bring his people up.”

“but a bee found me pulled me up into the light sweet as nectar turn it into sustenance for the soul”

“summer solstice floating between grass and sky the lovers’ hammock”

“Splashing puddle hops wet socks in rubber boots Mother calls “Stay dry!”

“A murmuration of starlings, fans dark gossip with whispering wings”

“He looks it up: Loss of development. A process by which an egg ceases to be viable.”

“You don’t realize the extent that you loved until it’s gone but I’m removing the -ed because I still love you.”