BP-ku

Oily fingers reach into Louisiana waters, take time to swirl and blob and bleed. They cover the sea and they cover my screen. All this, happening so far from me. Next to me: by- products leer…swallow plastic, choke on fear.

The Golden Afternoon

The sun blinds me through a window with no blinds as I lean over to examine this pale blue afternoon. A cat yet again sits on a plastic storage bin amid recently emptied boxes. 7:53 but a bee buzzes still near a tree, near my window. Three large pictures broken-up with: white window-latches, burgundy curtains, […]