Fire

smoke from the chimney-
a startled crack leaves embers
glowing on the hearth

whispers of smoke-
coals nestled in
among the ashes

Blackbird

curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky

glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window

Chill

a stinging backhand-
the first truly cold fall day
greets me with malice

grey exhaust-
white plumes
of breath

History

sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust

summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier

Morning

incessant beeping-
cobwebs in my coffee cup
my head thick with sleep

gentle sunlight-
irish breakfast and
the sunday puzzle

Below

I’m holding my breath-
when I hit bottom I know
you’ll help me exhale

ripples of light-
the water’s surface
far above

Awake

wild racing thoughts-
my fix is the sleep I so
desperately crave

an open window-
coyotes call out
in the rising dawn

Spoons

I can feel you breathe
swaddled in my dead embrace
my arms paralyzed

a twin bed-
your pajamas
against my skin

Insomnia

staring at the clock
waiting an eternity
for the time to change

my mind’s ear-
wide awake
in the dark

Liar

a postulant soul
emerges from the shadows
selling fools false light

silver tongues-
gilded lies and
tainted truths