Woods (a poem)

Watching a Japanese drama on Netflix… At the top of Tragic Lovers Hill the tall, tall trees hide angry owls The bridge that crosses the stream waits, empty, for the uncertain and the hesitant Unconcerned, the water flows on towards the bottom of the hill it takes lovers so long to climb aching lungs gasping [...]

brittle (a poem)

Working from the Cat Coule poetry writing exercise at http://youtu.be/adjE0ptY0FA. (Back then, I looked forward to eating hot dogs at the game…) My dad and I used to park behind the museum, then we’d walk across the bridge to the stadium, the crisp leaves crunching under our feet— crimson figures disintegrating on the frosty graphite ground. [...]