To a Friend Who When I Asked How She Was After The Pulse Massacre Replied, “Just shoot me too.”

          Will you smile real pretty when I pull the trigger? Will you let a squadron of dragonflies carry you By your nipples and hair into a green forgetful sky By your toes, your nose, the white fuzz on your ears? You will forget the red and blue years Sailing a […]


 Campers Tiny thing, little being cricket, so mundane But where two become a thousand Music fills the canyon, “We are here, We are here!” for territory, hunger and love The crickets sing— And from darkness as we breathe to The outer edge of heaven, how many beings Breathe with us, how many stars Burn ’round […]