Gale Force
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T'was the witch of November come stealin'
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” – Gordon Lightfoot
The...
Joy
Which lives in the throat.Which, silenced, becomes a plum or a firework.Which bugles oxygen into every synapse.Which brings forth daffodils.Which, when confronted with a...
What I do about the nightmares
beforegoing into battle Ibandage my head light campfirespull the covers down no one can predictwhat happens on the plains...
Incomplete Metamorphosis
I am a symptom of a larger paradigm: men who awaken
from a sleep we’ve never fallen into
Some might say we’re born into it,...
Could Have Done Worse
At least, when I gave my children neurodivergence,I also gave them a sunny father andsandy local greens. At least, among allthe...
