Writing

Wading She dreamed of diving in an infinite ocean, but wading in the lake was far safer  -  mostly dry  and close to shore, the ocean would  inhale her under! Yet safe as she was with every step clear  the lake  did  swallow  her  whole. (2017) Autumn Leaves An autumn leaf fallen  on a day in late November  deep red, warm orange  resting easy, its turn through grace and wonder, words and laughs collected now for a child’s artwork,  an autumn leaf fallen on a day in late November  An autumn leaf fallen on a day in late September  a pale sickly yellow dotted with spots of mold edges already dried and dead  withered and tired from too much sun,  some autumn leaf fallen on a day in late September  (2017, meant as a contrast between my grandmother’s life and my own as I felt it then) Driving Through I am from the space between atoms a bubble in an ice cube a daydream I don't remember but return to all the same. I am from some speck of dust on someone's prized possession taki