Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...

Angel of the east,
whose storm billows in my chest...

Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...

Sometimes
I desire myself...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...