
creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.

creek that trickles
through a stark winterscape —
days from riverhood.


Condemnation placard
Stapled to the church door
With the commanding tone
Of Luther’s notice.
The Condemned has stately bones
But its skin and viscera
Are in shambles.
Sun pierces stained glass,
Bathing dirty surfaces
With bright color,
But the dust and rat shit
Remain to create a
Miasma within.
One day a wrecking ball
Will make good on the
Condemnation.




bloom-laden Cherry
tree attracts no viewers;
the last blossom does.


