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.

December

In the deadest dream of winter does all descend in slow motion? Snowflakes suspended in midair, wood creaks as frost clings to branches. Life hangs but from a spidery thread. Drops of water freeze to gems plummeting toward solid ground. A tiny leaf trembles; still connected by a slender stem, it snaps in two– the […]