Poetry

Close to perfect Sometimes the universe gives you a married man who kisses every inch

RESURFACING the memories are misbehaving jostling and rearranging hiding behind corrupted copies of themselves throwing

The Church Believed We’d be Married by Now   I remember him by the dolphin

Deuteranopia for VERNON What comes to mind when thinking of you: chestnuts and quartz, red

Thistle Grip because my mother couldn’t hold on i learned to grasp too tight. in