School

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window

blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

Death

days slowly passing-
the pain of every heartbeat
keeping me alive

raucous crows-
the carcass bears
silent witness

Night

rains of twilight passed-
crickets outside my window
singing me to sleep

tv static-
the low hum
of a ceiling fan

Poverty

broken shower tiles
a bare bulb hangs from a chain
in my one room flat

after last call-
neon signs
light my way home

Gardening

a cutting garden-
in the shade of a straw hat
she tends the flowers

up with the sun-
bent double
pulling weeds

House

an overgrown lawn-
ravens nest in the eaves of
what was once a home

rotting lumber-
vines climb
though the floor

Death

my blood in the sink-
I should be panicking but
I can’t feel the pain

tendrils of fog-
undisturbed by the hooves
of a pale horse

Reflecting

searching for reasons
why I blame everyone else
for my own failings

brooding skies-
trees reflected
in iron water

Fog

on the veranda-
fog slowly climbs the steps on
this soft starless night

walking the moon-
a thin fog blankets
fallen gravestones