here we are sisters
with foot firmly on the ground
our arms extended
to the north paying homage
wind take our prayers to God
cloister
Tanka
waiting for a bus
there is a brightness
cool and soft behind your eyes
dream weaver of skies
in this old industrial town
we slowly walk like pigeons
Wm. Mead, holmes
Photo by Hunter Kerhart
the blinking sun saw
lines weighed with school uniforms
clothes of mechanics
kids pink and purple sneakers
mail boxes stuffed with worry
azures
heaviness in me
holds me down against the earth
my eyes while open
are deprived of your beauty
sinews in my brain toughened
hell hounds sucked bones clean
drowning of thirst for freedom
formidably sad
azures of my soul died away
my tear lands in the shot glass
Ofelia
she gets in the blood
no other place is better
she self soothes the soul
the distress of broken heart
the torment won’t surrender
words less spoken 