SAGE

Rounded homes made by agile handswhere the land is free – no fences. Children carrying toddlers as their own, dozens run to see the unfamiliar. Need and abundance are the same, kingdom of red, yellow, and dun. Tongues prizing white cassava,faces of cherubs full of surprise – raw. Strong brave eyes taken by visions, by malaria fever, but I  Am only one, the […]

Death called my namesome time ago, asking for a gift I would notgive, words I would not whisper, ashes offeredto a mid-May sky, a girl I cry for on summer days   rolling like a lake trolledas a child, doorknob lure  swallowed whole guttedby milk glass hands, head-  less they know my despair,flesh tickled pink w/ fresh lemon zest, tasting of […]

I offered my reflectiona simple kiss, it ripplesin return like blossomsfloating in the summer breeze, whispering fall.