Over (k)Night

Your father’s life teeters on the cusp of death

And the woman who loves you grows tired of your (according) “mood swings”

We continue to hope for recovery…

Cemetery Plot

Buried the keys to a past love
beneath the Live Oak,
Noose still hangs on a limb…
Broken Clean.
Knowledge grows
in shades of decomposition…


Garden of the Dying


in the garden of the dying

Out of place

(I take mine)

Sense lingers asĀ Elder-berries bloom

Inevita-brates are crawling once again

Ardently decaying

knees first into soiled shells

To hibernate nakedly

in the light of

life and loss

Let go