I found where my house fits under the sky tonight.
Just under the shoulder of Taurus,
A little east of Cassiopeia’s lap,
A little west of the charioteer.
Category: Visions
Fearing Unseen Things
“Spiritual” –
a word that sends us running, as if from
rattling guns.
Visitations
“Mama” – she said to me,
tilted her spoon like a silver wand –
“A butterfly came to our house.”
Made Along The Way 