micropoetry

half a moon and a crow’s glide fill the space between skyscrapers

Nevada sunrise a hot-air balloon floats above the brothel

crosswalk all the commuters under the same moon

It’s a challenge to walk in the Tenderloin and not become numb to the world around you. So much squalor and hopelessness. And yet you can still look up from a street corner and see a flock of birds flying out of the sunrise like messengers of the light. Could you see that light in […]

first light — the cat crawls into my lap

young crow the same black as the power line

family argument :: four crows heading south in a brilliant sunset

skyscrapers from one to another a flock of crows

galaxy cluster :: I slice open the watermelon

blue sky moonreminding me of all the starsI cannot see photo by Hernán Piñera/Flickr

a little bit smaller and a little bit higher each morning :: moon

stray ball–a shower of golden pollenfrom the cedar