"I am grateful for the wind catching the stillness of the trees and making them sway"
"And though smartphones bring you their Knock-Knock jokes and blackbelt karate moves, it’s not the same as feeling small arms wrap round your thighs and wet, drippy-nosed kisses on your lips..."
"Some poems avoid you / and don’t bring a warm blanket / or soft sunrise at the end / just a reckoning of sorts..."
"These words are just the dust of the day, the breakage of thought that never got air time..."
"A reminder that just two weeks ago you caught him with a secret bank account and he still has not apologized..."
"I’m enclosing a wanted ad / but, saying that here, I already know / it is not what you wanted..."
"My mind is in the moment, appreciating the gift. Ha! You liar..."
"Birds taunt like boys daring / Still, it shivers in a black frost..."
"They’re pigeons on a city street, deer in the suburbs, people everywhere, throughout time, throughout space, making do wherever their roots find purchase."