Her Campus at Gustavus
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts Vol. XXVI
Under a Soup-Pot Sky The clouds stewed In a soup-pot sky, puffing And sighing out songs They’d been writing All winter. The birds sunned...
Her Campus at Gustavus
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. XXV
Sunday Tea I sat down to tea with Sunday And he was nothing like I thought he'd be. The chairs in his porcelain drawing room Felt rickety...
Her Campus at Gustavus
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts Vol. XVII
Scribble It is like something you wrote in pen and scribbled out To try to hide the letters. No matter how hard You press, it still leaves...
Poems of Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving I The clouds lie gray and flat as lace Through the windows, tucking the Pale brown land in at the corners Like a child who can...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. XIII
Treading Water Dark things lie In the dark Of the sea: What was, Once was, and Can never be, Undulating in Strange disconnected Trails of...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. X
Mine I find myself wandering, these days -- Wandering -- here -- here where it’s Wet and strange -- here -- Where space feels like...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts: Earth Day Edition
If It Were Only If it were only green grass, Soft on the toes, clumped Between the fingers -- If it were only The things that wither away,...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. IX
Contemplating Quiet Quiet Does not necessarily mean Placid. Take the sea, for instance: Its surface can be as still As silence, Hardly a...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. VIII
To The Naysayers If this Is my Undoing I never want to be Held together Again. Eye to Eye I want Your Eyes -- I want every raindrop To...
Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. VII
Music Boxes If the clocks stopped cold In the middle of a minute -- If the clouds got stuck, Like a music box -- Repeat, revise, revolve,...