... 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

screech in a pitted clam shell still the wrong cause

becoming rain a dinosaur

condensed emptiness dripping on lichen a keening darkness

enteric coated absinthe moon

grey stillness a weight in volumes roots me in fog

branching out the space between stars

excruciating how she belts from a cistern a gate flung from ear lobe to ear lobe

somehow it's frail the silence between breaks of sun and a blizzard

at the bottom of the river not smelling lilacs a boulder

I wonder what gets children into cages…is it our dark eyes?

we do not bleed like nightingales when felled singing