#29 Prompt: fantastical   today is a day of sharp edges red roof against bright sky a fence’s iron arrows pointing to infinity   nestled between the flamingo’s pink wings we flew   moon still pale in the west lending its color to snow on blue mountains   we were children then blond… Continue reading

     had it been on offer i would have settled for less cantaloupe on a white plate a single-occupancy room   had it been on offer the kindness of strangers a single-occupancy room the kiss of your mouth   the kindness of strangers is a weight on the heart the kiss of your mouth… Continue reading

    Why do we indict     the last straw? Surely the first     should share the blame. Splinter or crowbar,     that first wound, first blood, first warning of all     that was to come; the one forgotten,     forgiven, ignored, denied. That one     and all those that came between.     The last snowflake on the collapsing roof     did not… Continue reading

     Goodbye   I say goodbye, and goodbye again.         The wind chimes sing, naked branches dance. I smell snow         in the air, and you so cold, so distant, falling now through frigid         sky like amnesia, goodbye to all that, to weather and precise         locations, they all tumble together, tundra and meadow,         mountain and lush… Continue reading