bitter and turned cold

a dry rattle among raspberry canes rainsticks against grasses, air, a puff-laugh escaping thoughts, hairroots of hundred year elms motion quelled blink at the bleak wet-denim-black trunks shuddering stripped of leaves. spring blossoms are ludicrous naive hope yet poplar buds already have nubs swollen reddening nervous system molecularly jittering, tense, release, beneath snow crust, beneath […]

Numbers Just Don't

Numbers Just don’t stick in my head. Numbers trip in my head, tumble, collide, a tangled tango of 11 and crossed 7s. They jive but not well switching positions, shifting to cough-sobre, the suddenly self-conscious lines try to rebutton each other, blink up with near-confident smiles in a dishevelled, hastily reassembled, to presentable state, but […]