No Bird Is Lazy
respecting the life force
The First Morning
the secrets of the sea
When You Need A Sine
relax your eyes to track
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