And we stray from gravel paths/ chasing traces of soft blossoms/ convinced sweets hang from thorny things. AdvertisementsRead more "Rose Garden, Berkeley CA"
Garden paths crackle brown, orange,/ leaves us settling across November./ Amber month: the trails will terminate soon enough.Read more "Tilden Park, CA"
Summit dreamer, I know you’re sleeping. Mapping out your future with the streams. Mountain boy, I know you’ll miss me. The city isn’t what it used to be.Read more "Mt. Rainier, WA"
A glowing kitchen in the salty rain/ and illustrations fanned out on the counter/ black and white and grey and yellow.Read more "Edward Gorey House, Cape Cod MA"
The air is hot and sticks to the rusting trucks in the underbrush. Sticks to the banana leaves on the sound of distant water. Sticks to the smell of blossoms. I taste the hot air on my humid breath and fall into my footsteps, hoping I’m not full of it.Read more "Waipio, Hawaii"
Iron flower/ iconic tower./ Pin tip for the stars.Read more "Seattle, WA"
Home again/ and traversing through the smell of pine with friends.Read more "Cascades, WA"