Scarlet Thread (poem)

A scarlet thread Burns long, thin Intersecting Sunday And the corner Of my heart– Hungry for red I know the thread, The very one It pulls me to your neck Unfolds like silk I pull string taut Tie knot So needle won’t slip Yet seam rips Knot unties A few crimson threads...

Unclaimed

  Unclaimed Dreadful when green waters Expel their contents, spewing Onto fields nearby, Curled in fetal position– Failure Forsaken in passionate youth, Or anytime– Untidy. The sun shone It always does– Illuminating innocent faces Waiting in...