February 27, 2019

vacant tide rises
washing its hands in sadness
children build castles

January 22, 2019

we drown upon this
premeditated trapeze
weaving sound and light

lunar phases dark
earth hides within mothers’ wombs
silent eternity

low hanging willows
weep with the salted sea
bare toes breath again

sand and swell birth
deep blue frosted glass
in seaweed graveyard

yesterday’s splinters
swallowed by whales and spit out
salt water tears

be perfect this time
New year’s was abandoned
at summer’s end