April Winter
gives the coldest shoulder
Wednesday, Early March
to dam the water with stones and leaves
Come To Me Sleep
like the pillow at my spine
A Sonnet Upon The Occasion Of Another MIscarriage During A Pandemic
in portrait fetching fetched too soon
For Giving
Giving up
Don’t Get Your Hopes Up, But Maybe They Already Are
not to sink
To W, Sleeping
age loosened wrists
Doom+Scroll
leaden with repetition
Finally! Our Family Christmas Song!
God is not dead nor doth he sleep
Advent 2020: Cosmos Baby
perspective bending acts of justice