On every wall, knotted pine
bares lifelines.
Poetry
A Grammar for Fleeing (and other poems)
Maybe the undulating line runs in water/ or in sand, splays on the imagined cover/ of a passport, map for a new home.
But My Sister Said All Poets are Liars… (and other poems)
My sister said
it was a pebble,
but I saw it grow from pebble to rock,…