The Buck Moon

Tonight, the moon is full enoughto expose every version of me.Jupiter crowds the horizon,bright as a friend in the front … Continue reading The Buck Moon

Edge of Wanting

I’ve spent too longstanding at the edge of wanting,with the heat in my faceconsuming my willpowerto lean in closer when … Continue reading Edge of Wanting

Drinking Town

Astoria, a drinking town with a fishing problem,is a phrase proudly printed on mugs and magnets.And when you spend a … Continue reading Drinking Town

The Stories We Tell

I was looking for a friend. That feels important to say first, because in retrospect I think I spent a … Continue reading The Stories We Tell

The Shattering

The Shattering Sometimes it isn’t a grand betrayal that wakes you.Sometimes it’s a broken mason jar,glass everywhere,a woman’s red-faced embarrassmentas … Continue reading The Shattering

First Dollar

Outside CC Slaughter’s brick and black awning frames a door keeping its secrets behind a security guard whose face is … Continue reading First Dollar

Grounding

Something in me is shiftingin the quiet places—ankles sunk in river mud,water pulling the heatof the past out of me. … Continue reading Grounding

The Grey Warden

In order to save the worldI must first become unfit for it.I drink black bloodfrom a silver rimmed chalicewhile everyone … Continue reading The Grey Warden

I’m Over “Almost”

I have wateredtoo many dead rootsand called it devotion. I have mistakencrumbs for effort.A hand on my leg.A soft wordwhen … Continue reading I’m Over “Almost”

Too much noise

I make too much noisetrying to prove I’m not alone.I light little fires in the rainso someone might see me. … Continue reading Too much noise