How It Happens


You had a fair warning: panting and

footpads from around the blind bend.



Beauty runs right at you—

dressed in form-fitting spandex,

naked as a stranger will ever willingly

  1. It’s all you can do

to look down

and smile


at your feet.



Dedication for an Improvised Playground


On the bleached ribs of wrecked ships

let children play. Let them

rouge their cheeks with rust.


No better way to train

for a life spent

climbing & sliding the ruins left

by the Selfish and Soon-Dead.




On the Occasion of Wishing I were Somewhere Else


A still room feels

stiller when watching

trees writhe outside.

Likewise, I never notice our silence

till laughter drifts in the window.


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