Poem Category: All

lining
the waves
moonshine.

Easter hunt
the shape of the tot’s mouth
with chocolate.

radio jazz
the late-night swing
of the curtains.

relentless drought
dust devils twirl in
the pale of the moon.

the old house creaks
the fire-side spits
I turn another page.

bus stop shade
the old man flings
his apple core out.

her birthday book
unfolds to its first page
a unicorn.