What We Mean
Things that are big to say Things that are easy to hear
Thank You for That Phone Call
Liberation What even is that word Sounds flighty Preamble to mighty
Ms. Harper
Her name was Ms. Harper. She was my grandmother but not by blood.
The Now That Cuts Time Like a Blade
This is where I was when I wasn’t Drifting somewhere between routines Moments of fun dotted along the numb
MMXXV
Snow Blanket. Everything frozen I turn to rock Crease of tequila eyes in snow-bounced light Only possibilities I ruminate
Poem for the Skies
You’ve forgotten every sky that stopped you, stopped everything but your breathing and your blood.
Mother's Hands
As if to say… this is decay. These stones that I step and balance, I imagine a history.
On the Beauty of a Hike with Your Kids
The little hands across the desert flower On a western trail that’s seen western scenes
Bumpty Bump
To be young again that frequent stop along this passage
Eggs
Your mother brings us eggs Well she brings egg cartons You brought me eggs Well you brought me fatherhood
Lydia Tár
The monster’s artist statement
Trust the Journey
We travel Initially To Lose To Find Ourselves