Monday, February 27, 2017

And
when
you wake
up, tucked in
between the pages
of some dark novel, know that these
are the stories that glitter with courage and glory,
are the stories that you read through
and through, over and
again, and
you are
their
light.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017



Be
side
the still
waters, swept
enraging currents,
newly ever-cycling eddies:
I cannot walk through this valley, and I fear to swim.
Ground unearthed into this churning,
the water's surface
the only
place left
to
stand.