flea market
inside the lacquer box
a stranger's scent

bottle rockets #30, winter 2014
she tells me it means
to tear flesh —
the metallic taste
of blood on my tongue

A Hundred Gourds 3:1, December 2013
hard rain
turns to sleet
turns to snow
never knowing
where I stand

Moonbathing #9, Fall/Winter 2013
an old schooner
lowering her sails
at twilight
I stand on the shoreline
of this ragged longing

GUSTS, No. 18, Fall/Winter 2013
Korean market
she gives me my change
with both hands

Prune Juice, Issue 10, July 2013
the slow waltz
of a few snowflakes
by my window...
how many of his gestures
have I overlooked

A Hundred Gourds 2:4, September 2013
garage sale
a leaf spins onto
the stack of 45s

Frogpond 36:2, Spring/Summer 2013
stepping off
the path that was laid
for me
I discover berries
among the bramble

Red Lights, Vol. 9, No. 2, June 2013