Category: Poetry

The Littles

So much depends upon three banty roosters chuckling to themselves in the mock orange sunrise that peeps in from East Tampa. For weeks I walk off mourning as dawn feathers the sky […]

Damselfly

Damselfly*     Paused on the underside, the damselfly folds her wings across her back like two matched slivers of isinglass. Her body, thin as a thorn, flits by in sepia tone. […]