But watch that parapet of bare wired concrete: the white gull landing paused and posed wings up: a smiling gymnast girl who knows she was perfect.
Gull; On the glass observation floor
dresses and mud; lilting finality; Cagliari before a storm – Editor’s Pick
I wrote a Preface for the refrigerator, which she never got around to reading.
Lunar
All that should have been Stay loosely tied Dangling on a string
Five Rounds: Boxing Sonnets – Editors Pick
Now, he wants a new trainer, but I am his father. In these hands, I held the infant version of that boy, the same hands caught his fists as I knelt before him, taught him to sink his weight, turn over the punch.
Attachment Issues
i miss what i cannot have
One too quick, I once called it…
Bone-weary stylus, embraced By her maroon stained metacarpus, Traces familiar trails- In attempt to recall His tender waves.