side by side   …without much ceremonythe orchid on window’s sillshifts room’s first light—a new bloom opened overnight,its blue‑lavender edgecatching recall in its wavea palette from long ago.   From the kitchencomes a soft crack of cornwarming in a pot,each burst taking ona faint ivory sheenas it unfurls. Beside it, sliced breadtoasts to a steady […]

“hail to embark” He waited at the stop, streetlight clouding above him,timetable long past meaning. In the window of the shelterhe caught himself —not a threat, just someone          who’d missed     too many departures. A bus passed                 without slowing.He didn’t lift his […]

“unsigned horizon”     The horizon stays unsigned, a gray span that won’t take a mark. The raft holds by its own inward pull, nothing formal keeping it together. No place for the shore to grab hold, no cut in the wood for a hook to turn it toward the wharf.   When the cloud […]

      Grief is a solitary room,a place you sit in alone. Over time that room stretches;grief becomes a shared landscape,the mourned being landscape itself—not gone, but part of the airthat settles around each connection. It turns into a kind of weatheryou move throughand breathe.       0

“Nipper” A small dog waits beside the brass horn,ears lifted, body held in that soft readinessonly devotion can teach. Once a wanderer,he learned the shape of shelterin the warmth of a single voice. Cold metal greets him now.The horn’s rim carries a faint scent of oil,and his wet nose taps it once—a quiet, searching touch. […]