Prose & Poetry

I’m counting sheep on their hills, butterflies on silk screens, cherries on Black Forest cake, and […]

A soul ablaze, with mind of water, and form of shattered steel. Winds tear sails and

She was      a pieced-together preposition      dangling off incomplete parents      unbraiding vibrant yellow and

Down at the dog park my big girl smells bad.She needs a bath. Marbled godwit lurkson

Made from the oil of the Chinese water snake, which is rich in the omega-3 acids

aimless now, frenetic among the crumbs. Hill home scattered violently, victim of a child’s capricious shoe.

I wonder if I can write a MCRWVBL*PM poem anymore. It’s been years. Let’s try: Yaode,