Pieris

The color yellow looks different when I look through your eyes,

As if the fields are made of emeralds decorated in butterflies,

And then I see pollen fly and descend to the wind’s singing

And embed themselves into beds’ sheets’ linen.

The coursing of dance mimics a river current

And I involuntarily admire your freckles and the rose of your cheeks like they’re sunbu...

Read and leave comments (1)

The pathway is a little bit chewed

A little bit covered

          In permafrost

The later that night

          The more you surely loss

Deepen the mind’s abyss

          Feel around for the light-switch

                   Avoid the claws

The voices in my head, they are an oligarch

          They know you more than your family

                   And th...

Read and leave comments (0)

A Dim Afterparty

Thou shall never know if words could ever suffice

Nor should the laws of nature bound the mind to the earth

For we exist as long as the fade of eternal light

Brings a dimming to the afterparty as we find it cannot always be night

And though our hands feel our knees and our locked chests

Some can see clearly yet roam in the subconscious dark depths

In a ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Respect Women, he said

I remember my skin was tight coming in from the low of a Maine night

When she

When she

When she

When she

Discovered my claims of

I could walk better, I ain’t in pain

But she knew something other than how my words were arranged

it were the muscles in and around my mouth, sculpting my face

Or it was the bags under my eyes

She related to when ...

Read and leave comments (0)

When they say to stay gold

Is it for bright days to sit between your ears?

All the cotton clouds, two or three, right there?

Or is it to find strength for your arms to pull you over the mossed edge?

Mama cried after every light accomplishment

Whether it be reinstated love or you set a day aside for treks and hikes

Or graduated from University

You seen Mama cry when t...

Read and leave comments (0)

Philodendron

Nothing was more of a tangerine hue

Than the lowlight of Manitoba this morning

The Winnipeg River calmed at the foot

Of its rapids and roaring

Kaylee never emerged from her tent

to see new shades

Or the vining philodendrons’ hearts

Curl and take shape

Read and leave comments (0)