Selected Poems

from BluePrintReview Iss. 19

in this dark slipstream, waiting
the rear-view a silence

so thick it has its own language.

placeholders
in silhouette.

a map vacated.
wanderlust. or streetlight echoes

in flashes
of red paint.

this is where you settle.

each hovering bird
a whisper in the evening

as light fades, its shape:
panther skin or

shadows roosting
on hood ornaments

like hungry questions.