Rowing into the still lake
My heart...

I remember as
a child, learning...

I don’t have space
for grief...

The whispering
started gently...

Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea...

Anger
is...

Waking in our offices;
sleeping in our workplaces...

My skin remembers
a long-gone tattoo...

The scars, carved
tributes to...

The unsuspecting mystics rose
at four in the morning...

It was a grand gesture
to go to the store...

Ocean,
sky...