Category: Poetry

She rose from the tide like a secret   unearthed,  hair tangled with wreckage and weed,  and eyes lit with the pale fire of distant […]

She came up from the sea— not walking, not swimming,   but as if the tide had let go   of her out of some ancient […]

The tide does not return what it has taken,  only drifts its hands over the ruin,  salt-lacing the splintered beams,  tonguing the rust-bitten anchor.  I […]

All in all, a poem without punctuation,   a fist full of sky,  a breath held for far too long,   or perhaps a rose on […]

In the shadow of skyscrapers, the air sighs thin,  a whisper of gray, where the sky should begin.  Steel giants loom, with breathless pride,  while […]

Not a rose, not a red-lipped promise.  I give you a garlic clove.  A clove as small as a secret,  wrapped in its own ghost-skin,  […]