In Orion’s belt Stars are perfectly aligned Mocking our talents Written in February 2018: I imagine I was walking home from the library...

Sometimes I watch the cool white snow Falling with smoothness and grace And I have entered winter’s embrace Which rocks me to and fro....

“Mommy is washing the dishes,” They’ll tell each other As they run around the backyard In front of the car In between the window panes as...

When you feel it rattling in your bones When you sense its sound waves crashing on your horizon – That makes your ears pop and ring until...