Grass in My Hair
I was arguing / with the scarecrow.
Married to Amazement
The man I married sat next to me
after our wedding, October light pouring in
over dusty pews as he loosened his tie
and sipped from a cup of apple cider,
closing his eyes to savor the taste.
Ten Sloppy Haiku of Ordinary Life
Magazines in the doctor’s
Waiting room are never current.
I skim, anyway, the outdated.
The New Year Makes a Request
It wants us to stop wishing for peace
like it’s the one guarding some goldmine
of surrender or compassion …
Broken Sonnets with Apology for Simile
Forgive me when I tell you I survive
the year in review. You can’t tell who is
under the stitching of her purpled cheek—
Among Peacocks
my father squeezes past, an old scarf jerked and drawn
about his neck. smell drags throughout the house
as they collect loose change from the cushion cheeks.