A short poem about the changing of seasons in San Francisco: “Whispering leaves shiver, spine cracks under foot…”
Owl Spins [a poem]
A short poem about an owl looking for some food: “owl spins, eyes linger on bush, on stone, on dark crevice…”
Broken Glass Tastes Good [a poem]
lips crease, to fold into a snarl as the words shatter and pierce his heart.
When Wishes Fly Away [a poem]
She tightens her grip, the star flexes, pulls, attempts to wiggle out of her grasp.
Golden Eyes Shine [a poem]
skimming grassy knolls laced with winter frost. a press of hoof into soil