Vessel

a soul deeply flawed
ichorous and fetid cast
from a broken mold

bathing rituals-
filing ewers by
the riverbanks

Stone

northern white cedars-
the cliff face of ragged stone
falling to the sea

out of the fog-
a grand tower
of sun bleached stone

Deer

off the mountain road
a wake of buzzards gather
‘round a fallen deer

moonrise-
the fawn waits
in the tall grass

Thread

puppets to a one-
dancing to unheard music
hung from tangled threads

skeletal fingers-
pulling taut
the threads of fate

Crows

on a twisted branch
outside my window a crow
in the black of night

india ink-
an ebony feather
is my quill

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Cemetery

an old church graveyard
dogwood petals salt the ground
o’er the waiting dead

grey rain-
tumbled stones
on hallowed ground

Distance

grey unseeing eyes-
where do you go when you’re gone
far away from here

fields of lavender-
safe spaces
inside her head

City

a dank feeble breeze-
the rumble of the el train
passing my window

distant sirens-
my room awash
in a neon glow

Pasture

starting my journey-
leaving this city behind
for greener pastures

piles of stone-
a farmers wall
soon to be built