Last night I slept in the yard again,/
bedded in unmowed fescue and clover./ I covered myself in a blanket of black walnuts.
Poetry
Lessons on Nothing (and other poems)
I’ve observed/
that nature loves a possibility. Cavern and/ the open mind.
Dogs in the Night (and other poems)
There is a darkness that is not made, but found,
the shadow cast in the risen moon
and what is swallowed by the black angle
of its open jaws.