Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...

Jade waves rolling by
Crashing on the horizon...

Agua natural
Cian azul y claro...

Submerged in water
Palms leaning in the wind...

Viento frio
Bustling people shop...

Swaying palm trees dance
Red tide washes on the shore...

Sometimes when I drink warm water, my abdomen...
The pain is intense and sharp and fleeting...

The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...

“I.O.” is marked on a gravestone in Milton
An American flag and bronze star grave marker spin...

Grief cartographer
Multilayered pages fall...

I’ve been dreading the holidays. On Thanksgiving...
I don’t go to church much anymore. On New Years...

How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir...