Poems

Aching claws and depression and addiction so deep, she sometimes just wants to sleep in her bed forever.

My sister is slowly killing me with every failed suicide. The one thing we have in common: We float.

Having come to write a tribute to my son, but unable to wrap my heart around final words…

I want to understand humanity, but I can make no sense of this. This timeless tragedy plays out again and again…

Today I tap my tail against a dandelion while admiring my ageless shadow

When you slipped away and their last murmuring prayers failed, when your glorious voice was forgotten in sorrow…

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.