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

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