A poem found a home!
Night Roses
Night roses are better
than day blossoms—
unable to dazzle with
petal frill and flush,
sunlit senses must trade
eye light for the silk-soft
brush of shape in the dark,
perfume stirred sweet
by evening shadows,
and the quiet flutter
of flower bodies in time
with the twinkle
of starlight.
*Originally published in Northern Narratives 2024, p. 58.
Sometimes it’s good to walk where
the weeds grow taller than you
and the fray of flowers
belongs only to
the bees.
Here's a sneak peek at my hastily sketched cover art idea for Tangible Creatures. Nothing much, just forty years' worth of poems from my life. My poetry book will be coming out at the end of this year (probably in between Thanksgiving and Christmas). I can't wait to share the gorgeous abstract art cover being created right now, far lovelier than this little dream. Until then . . . use your imagination!
*A snippet from my poem "Every Imaginable Sun" . . .
Mother ash undone universe
Breathe into me—
(Just one more time)
But how does one plead with a ghost?
How dare I ask for some
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