Archaeology (a poem)

I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]

Admonition to my mirror self (A poem)

Back to the epistles, this time in the form of a terzanelle. When you look in the mirror you see only failure and success you see only beauty and horror What about the rest— lessons learned and life lived? You see only failure and success For all the fucks you say you give not much seems [...]