Dear Ms. Rice,
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Silk City
We could write poetry about pie
all night long at the diner
Diner Cake
I love the things that come spilling in
over the booth with the coffee
and the cake at the diner.
To Do:
You’re getting there, Vessel
Give until you have nothing
But space to receive
IDK
I don’t know what thinkers do
but if nebulae were cubes
I’d be a physicist I think
Under Weigh
Go to that door, Little Leaf.
Writing Retreat
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
Covenhenge
We shall remember the deepening lake and its take on the unbreakable sky
Saint Hypatia
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
Ms. Chief
In my first long sleep in ages
such dreams. Such strange sleeps.
Broom me a floorlit exfil.