there are freckles and there is staring at panthers

what of finger slats on rationed moon-nights the flight no other way but upside down

sun blast singeing cherry petals left for the spring wind

half cracked walnut waiting for the promised century

you turn into a tiger but it is sunday and there are no giraffes because it is sunday and you eat a cabbage instead

married in cement time’s hero

shadow patterns in the pool a shivering sky

in rousseau's drinking he fights a kaleidoscope and loses but buys drinks and it's ok

why muffled caws rise over sewn lips coronavirus

keening silence the edge of a word unbuttoned 

you send him the frog emoji

to make room for a virus she locks herself in a room full of guitars

i hate everything rains at the window

goose and i half light

---After MM

Gardeners are the luckiest people alive, says the meme.

early spring for recycling...a crying doll

nowhere to pine for you grey hills

... to trade in my thin shadow for your flight sparrow

tongue duel slowly the dishes recede

walking a mountain bike how ridged the other side

poetic justice a swirl of verses persists in the alphabet soup

spring twilight it’s always the mourning dove

wind-pause a liquid sky leaks excess wisdom 

minä kampaan minun hiukset virtahevolla

tinnitus too much said of phantom gripes un-flushed from cabbage brains

yawning garbage bin as if sleep falls from skies

my toenails sanded grey a burst of raspy breaths

the cold hits them hardest this thing called silk

seinalla kasvaa hevonen

edge of sky I step into a republic of flat notes