Constructing thick layers of dust (a poem)

Written while watching the On the Edge symposium on YouTube… 1 A body of work emerges slowly— too slowly, it feels as though the body is sloughing off skin the flakes landing in random patterns on floor and fabric as I scratch them from my forehead All the candles in my house have been exhausted [...]

The things I write (a poem)

It is getting rather hot here in the Pacific Northwest (91º F where I am), so here is something I wrote this morning, while it was still cool enough to think straight… Brief scenarios flow from my pen along with impressions delusions devotions Some make sense Some make nonsense I discard some pages right away [...]