Workshop Poetry

Don’t forget the market on Sunday, Don’t forget your Mama. Dotted lights spell coffee behind my eyes,  Blonde hair is braided, cutoff, and thrown away – Drowned in an awkward soda. Cover your mouth. Her eyes dart around the room suspicious of you, followed by a man in yellow… “You’re writing novels over there?” Of […]

Dream Into the Morning

An unobstructed path, dark, through great northern forest, far from life. Navigating, running, driving, dancing, through the trees, the same native song – one beautiful whisper between the trees and unending ocean, between waves and leaves… Falling? Am I falling in the northern forest? What I see is a detached body, human form, outside of […]