3 AM Epiphanies

too early for birds to praise           my bladder throbs the empty pillow sighs           I can find no pen how can yesterday be the best           the moon sings an answer am I still your daughter though you died?

Becoming a Horizon

A calling from the trees, a sudden sound    swelling from branch to branch, surrounding me. The air fills, quivers with a gulp    of swallows then I see it – a falcon coaxed by thermal tides, golden wings stretching in the light    that lingers. Like a growl rumbling from the neighbor’s cat over […]