Migration (audio only)
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Let Me Begin Again
Let me begin again as a quiet thought
in the shape of a shell slowly examined
by a brown child on a beach at dawn
straining to see their future. Let me begin
this time knowing the drumming in my dreams
is me inheriting the earth, is morning
lighting up the rivers. Let me burn
2021
Addiction
A family spots their brother sleepwalking
in a narrow hallway. He is cooking in his dreams,
pretending chef, moving around a kitchen,
screaming humbug at dried bits
of onion powder in a spice container, and so
takes off to the grocery store,
2025
Thinking of Frost
I thought by now my reverence would have waned,
matured to the tempered silence of the bookish or revealed
how blasé I’ve grown with age, but the unrestrained
joy I feel when a black skein of geese voyages like a dropped
string from God, slowly shifting and soaring, when the decayed
apples of an orchard amass beneath its trees like Eve’s
2019