POETRY
A free-verse poem

Six o’clock, the sun
gets heavy in the sky;
all my soul agrees,
wiping fingers
on a wet napkin.
The ticket in my pocket
presses on my shoulders.
The train carries me
forward in time.
I do not wave goodbye —
my hand, too, is heavy,
but leaving gets easier
once…
A free verse poem

We — no, not we —
You use words
like a machete,
sharpened by nuances,
slicing doves
in midair.
Do you even know
your sleeve has blood on it?
This poem is written in response to Christine Graves’s word-a-day prompt for June. Today’s word is “nuance.” If you need inspiration…
POETRY
A free verse poem

If my crystal ball
reflected more than glass,
a village trapped in snow —
I would have seen
the frame turned facedown,
kissing the dust of the desk.
And the blue blanket
you wrapped around my shoulders
under a cacophony of stars,
frayed around the edges
of my eyes, small details
the…