Wednesday, March 27, 2013

right, wrong

wander and get lost
run and learn a burning ache
mistake misread miss

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

to know the top

climb and catch the reaches
steep, the air cold, the path crude;
look to constant stars

Thursday, September 6, 2012

pocket protector

you would not know this
a dream i have kept inside
a pocket, to hold

there it is loose but
the grip is a comfort, a
note, corners crumbling

ink: washed out
lines: ablur