Spirits stalk me in my sleep with count-down timings and pillowed double meanings They haunt me down the hallways and wait up the stairways. They follow me from swamps to mountaintops. Entities slither through aspen trees keeping watchful eyes. They comb through cypress moss… like caterpillars dropping on my head, like black widow spiders crawling… Continue reading High Country Haunting
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The Shallows
Poets and singers write about rivers but sometimes you just need to write furiously and violently until there’s nothing left inside What comes next after debilitating grief Is it Nothing You text me about sewer rats and I feel like I live in the swamps Back to the channel where the alligator gar stalk and… Continue reading The Shallows
Swamps to Mountains 