Work Published in Sacramento Literary Review
Never Song
The city’s flow is predictable
up to a point like smoke
from a cigarette.
Youth bloom.
Pesticides and ground cover
fail.
My heart is as empty
as the zoo,
defunded,
some of what...
Antonyms for “Cutlery”
Let's hit the road.
There is a fork that leads to the sea
and thousands of tiny pink spoons
used to sample
exotic ice cream flavors.
Their sharp edges...
Purple Voices Whispering
The wild violets
bloomed like tuning forks.
Their shimmer
slowed the day,
pulling at time’s hem
as if desiring
nothing more
than a fuller skirt
for the occasion.
It was the sort of...
