Unabated Wildfires Within Maples
Morphologies emerge in variable ways,
Protruding through space and time,
Yielding multifarious mazes.
All night, your cheeks were hot, little one. I listened to your wails through the crackling yellow monitor next to my bed. Your father and I threw off our covers and walked up the stairs to your room. He lifted…
Sure Thing
It is that with which the wind blows
And the snowflakes carry from the skies
The mountains echo in their deep crevasses
The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse
The child has in her smile
The earth …