• (to crave what the light does crave)

    to crave what the light does crave
    to shelter, to flee
    to gain desire of every splayed leaf
    to calm cattle, to heat the mare... more »

  • Untitled [Toward night]

    Toward night, frail flurries of snow. Fingernails of willows scratching frost from the edges of the kitchen window where I watch the field beyond the fence where once corn was taller than a man can reach but now I gaze into the kitchen of the next... more »