a falling branch crashes
my party of one
Category: water
Say what you will about the lizard brain;
it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.
thirsty dog
the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
I dream I’m possessed by a demon who gives me seizures.
No pain, no gain, he makes me hiss through a throat stretched thin as a telephone line.
where that heron used to stand
a painting of a heron
still nodding
where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
throbbing
a hundred ways at once—
wood frog party
A small box of leftover parts
from all the broken things I tried to fix.
trapped in ice
the cattails shape-shift
into clouds
Sound travels more slowly in the cold.
Over the next four years, some words may freeze before they leave our mouths.
Growing up during the Cold War
we watched for the flash of a nuclear strike by day, and by night, the mysterious lights of UFOs.
Woodrat photohaiku 