A list

Out windows I remember
joy stirred, sights from suns
my stars rested at night
Far from their here.

days pivot on eggshells

justify my backslides 
with learning curves

and hidden words form 

lumps in throat.
Tomorrow may be over the sun

tomorrow has no new debt to pay,

uncertainties rest easy this morning.

A prelude to the shadows(Chapbook prelude)


Where the light fades ends meet in a revelation too heavy for ignoring a hell. Fear your knowing as you acknowledge your placement among the universe, a natural tendency to remove oneself from negative sums. When light his to burn through the covers you won’t be able to escape the morning, not even within the depths of the dreams.