Published in Moon Water, an Anthology by Spell Jar Press

at times opaque at times sheer see through me always just out of reach but chase me anyway with out me you come undone I alter...

The moon is up somewhere, and I am up somewhere too. Rain falls down: I down too. The peony pulses out, contracts in, pulse out,...

Dark of moon at mid-night hour, work a charm on poet’s power. Plant one tiny moon-seed crescent: cat’s shed claw sheath, humble present....