Moving Galleries

ten billion light years away a star explodes
its light still out there
building the iron for my car
the dust that built our planet earth ...

I am a chick
You don’t call it lit
But I read it.
I am the protagonist
The girl who loses part of herself ...

She’s a delicate rose
Found in flowery prose
And I’m not her. ...

grey dawn
thin old moon
alone and radiant

After twighlight,

At her desk,

She ponders the implications of signing in crayon..

sun after rain
a fox dares me to cross
her path

Do my ears look big in this?
You’d tell me if they did,
Right?
Cause my forearm clashes with my pants. ...

first frost --
the kindling takes
with a hiss