The Privet’s Sea

I talk a lot about our privet It’s lush and full tall and wide hiding me from whatever is in … More

Lunar Etude

The ship in the bottle Is flush with the moon Near the armadillo of aurorae Light that speaks in crackles … More

The white-winged dove Coos in the midnight stillness Like Morse code In the language of trees Sonnets slide gently off … More