Poems
hi hi hi
hi hi hi sus sus rustig aan
these sound strands I might send along an animal's neck holding it…
Jumping
Jumping off the cliff last time you were with me you were not with me. Your hand across my back all…
What She Said
When my sons went to America -- ten years of silence.
You might ask if I was lonely.
I had…
Remembering Touch
the light of it morning to afternoon I strain for the shape of your thumb
hair's curve over…
Smoking
The thing is there aren't many poems about smoking. I can't think of one.
When you fumble in that…
