30 March 2016

Trees are weeping

Trees are weeping sap
from all their broken places
winter's losing ground

17 March 2016

another email with no heartbeat

What do you do when
you get another
email about a
nephew you will not
have the chance to know

because your sister
has had another
miscarriage, and you
have no way to give
her any comfort?

I write a poem.
It doesn't really
help anything, but
I still have to write
to make space for tears.

09 March 2016


purple dusk sky rests
on bare, weary branches, but
spring is coming soon

not yet

purple dusk sky pierced
by sharp, black winter branches
spring is not here yet