Thunder sifts electricity: Fractals arcing ever-downward, Seeking the marrow of the Earth, Crying out to be united In the raging din of the storm. Br...Read more

Your words are like acupuncture. Healing taxed by pin-pricks, Stabbing at my self-image because, Like acupuncture, they were useful While something w...Read more

There is a piece of the old laundromat Wrapped unceremoniously around my wrist. This little bangle, this tiny copper cuff, Has become a lightning rod....Read more