Poetry

Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing over me Advancing color schemes Soft at dawn I feel that sunlight rising...

Heaven feels like
You’re still
Wearing your nap like a blanket
While you sit on the front steps
And it’s sunset
And you’re a little bit buzzed
And you can hear your children
Making each other laugh.