October 2017

dawn beach-scape
chill slashes of light
draw me in

"it isn't what it is"
a child sounding out
trump-speak

tragic flaw —
a yawning gap between
swan and goat songs

darkness loved
with the otherness
of dreams

spring deluge
all paths from here
all the same

burning bridges 
with a flare of words
in fits of ineffability