Prey Drive
Beneath the snow, the field flirts, stunning inhawk’s feather, beeswax, oatmeal puddled with milk.A few ice-shriveled husks leak milkweed silk.Mice tunnel lumpy veins...
Just The Daily Turn
A beach rose, plum red skin stretchedagainst a fog Maine sky, pushed
through spring, summer, fall all intoday. Her hip, now nearly...
