summer at lake camp
summer at lake camp morning before packing up hand in hand on the dock quiet comfort connection already pulling away from me shame could not be hidden gilt enmeshment craft…
top of the world
top of the world my father stared into the stormy sea unable to pull his head upright again the poison worked too well his father flown home in a box…
eyes open
eyes open i dream with my eyes open these days like a soft focus hallucination i ask my kids if i've had a stroke or just being odd they smile…