Tuesday, December 17, 2013

bath time

water washes through
her hair, smelting gold and
silver down her back

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

casting shadows

under the winter
sun, when noon looks like sundown,
she makes tree poses.

Sunday, December 1, 2013


She's sweaty and warm
in my arms as we sit and
listen to street noise.

She just woke up from
a nightmare, so her little
mouth is cracked and dry.

It clicks in the most
pleasant way when she whispers,
"Kids is screamin.  Yeah."