elision poems

tiny rose slept all summer as if dead with stubborn dull twigs and stillborn thorns but autumn cloaked her stiffness in red going green ...

what’s the use of hiding ubiquitous things beneath wealthy sodden privilege torn grey selves in a ragtag coat of colors           [...

i was once a girl alone walking freezing dark streets avoiding the broken men crouching and coughing by the cracking creek unable ...

Regret Sometimes the long line knocks, shoves aside the dusty boot holding down the threshold barring the door, where the other dusty boot s...

how empty this day

old milk go biscuits emaciated briquettes dried apricots plums cranberries revived blessed water go biscuits a dry run for coming famine fam...