Stirring up the clouds
Jesus waits and wonders
Oh why, human heart
do you sleep on the floor?
Dawn and the current configuration
What victory looks like
Hey, you’re still standing aren’t you?
You’re still trying?
Perspective
It comes and it goes
Birdsong turns the stone to tears
Fever dream
Maybe this was the real work, the
elbow-bent nighttime writing,
mapping the river that pierces the wood
Happiness
Tofino
Raven shakes needles on our table.
Cedars and starfish.
The squirrel won’t leave but he does.
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