Poems: Messages in bottles
Elevens: Forgotten things recollected in elevens—11, 22, 33...
Sacred Trespasses: Contributions to the literary pages at Sacred Trespasses

The things you don't know

The things you don’t know
about me and my life, you said,

would turn your hair grey

/

// 

7.

March too has passed in a haze. We trace an alien light to its source.

/

I only am escaped alone
to tell thee…

/

9.

and brief days alter
sift and funnel us
back into a point
in you, in me

a honey bee

a salt flower

/

11. 12.

13.

and you
after the wind that fortifies you

rain
in the hills
over what rests

/

14.

and the aloe
the peace lily say:

To the sun! 

while soul-high
we stand
sick to the grin

waiting

and how can we help but cling?

Self-portrait