She has practiced this stillnesslike water practices its surface,holding every current downwhere the light can’t ask questions. Something climbs toward her mouthand stops at the teeth,turns b…

A golden ribbon laid upon the water,shimmering thin, unspooling from the moon,and we are following it out of everything. The trees don’t reach for us tonight.They only lean, and raise their b…

Where the lake shows its last light,a shadow moves with the weight of smoke,wings drawn thin as the ink of reeds,his reflection a second flight beneath him. Stars scatter above: spilled salt.He doe…

the wings, unused, too tired to fold awaythe red going dim at the rootsknowing the wall will still be stone tomorrowa face that stopped arranging itself for anyonethe weight of every time she almos…

He was breath before he was bone,a rumor the dark kept telling itselfuntil it grew feathers to prove it was true. The flowers at his feet aren’t the first.They are only the ones speaking now.…