poet, teacher, et cetera



All at once I am the same

again & a difference is just a sea

cracking under my slowest breath slow

like 1993 and the healing power of slow jams


because sometimes it is the hardest to walk right

into the fog but maybe the fog does not want

to take you in anyway


to make a decision into fog is to create

the horizon naked & pertinent

pertinent like heartbreak

and breakfast

and the last person

you touch at night


in fog I’ll get all philosophical

the sound of one hand clasping

the sound of another hand


in my palms are echoes

blueprints of the deep sea

& the dirty cave I want

to call change


originally published in MORE SURFACE