Monday, April 17, 2017


charcoal cylinders
ululate winter's ingress
still forests wait
swarms of pulp and fly
freckle the vellum mantle
light trickles in
wind luffs
my nightgown
tight as skin
the sky expands
a wire of seperation
over bare land

Owl Remembers

the black wolf
comes to eat at night
blankets and looms
the thicket hollow
pitch few can navigate well.
is a deep pool
buried beneath ecotone
a baldachin that webs back
ungulates detritus
velvets the wind
and notches bones 
from the yawn.