His name is in the water turning/ over and over. If you heard it today/ it would be unrecognizable. Smoothed

I stayed still and watched you turn./ I kept my hands held towards your face./ I kept them still./ Still, I saw you

 "Lacey?" A familiar voice calls out my name as I am browsing the flowers in Harmony's Floral Village. I

The year before my grandfather died/ they bought a new farm.  As the car/ pulled up our eyes were dazzled

It’s raining again, and the remnants of leaves/ shellacked on the slippery stoop test/ our dogged tenacity.

‘We have short time to stay, as you.’ Herrick/ Mayflies maintain no stomach for a fight ,/ they are love flies./ After

On the road there are stairs, twisted like a rope./ Cottonwood kicks up yellow dust interrupting/ the breath that

woven angst strangle/ intervene thought relieving// grasp dragging suffocate/ abnormal squirm wallow// tread

When Kevin was in kinder there was a terrarium in his classroom. His teacher Susan kept a praying mantis in it, and

On the library third floor/ three works of art converse./ A rust belt photograph of abandoned buildings,/ empty

It’s freezing outside. I’d say my fingers feel like icicles, but the truth is, I can’t feel them at all, they’re so numb.

In shade from the hot Spring sun, I try/ to count the colours round these walls/ but lose myself in the tumbling

mirror, mirror,/ in the hall/ age comes to us all,/ and looks wither/ through the play/ of years slipped away,/ away

Gloria stands up on her bike, using all her 125 pounds to propel her up the hill, past the fire hall— the pride of

Charred trees stand still/ The baggage is too strong/ With the smoke drifting over the paddock,/ carbon

Through an open window/ he hears the warm clip of conversation/ from a neighbour’s garden,/ and, though he

Night descended,/ On my little blue quilt,/ Of seas and shadows,/ And a beetle shuffling through the woods

The seagulls glided along the waves as the water flapped against our boat. The journey was rough and exciting

Green curtain of the polar light/ falls on boreal forests/ so wide/ the taiga, so infinitely far the horizon,/ unattainable

Clear and austere stands the embracing air;/ trees stretch their bronze-gold branches,/ wine winds purple