Eve Rounds

invitation lost

existing in halves
one foot in the sand
one boot in the snow
full
and
void

rarely a windless day
and so the sky celebrates
releasing a net of frozen confetti

invisible birds trill
yet even their complaints
sound of a pleasantly generic playlist

icy fists hide in pockets
ready for the
surprise!
dry eyes squint in anticipation

the tide fails over and over
to fracture the seasonal divide
of my
consciousness

nevertheless the party continues
guests overstay their welcome
mingling in my hair
and the hallows of my snood
an unexpected ease in the emptiness
of my
thank you for coming.

should.

dark morning darkness woke up crying i now embrace the word should. it’s a simple truth. my dad should be with me on my   

27 days ago

i lost you so suddenly too suddenly your blue eyes in a constant state of near tear because you loved life giving us so much

haiku ish

in this direction waves break to the right of me reversing my own current

.no . title .. here …

your ……. face against the bruised air between my quiet mind and the raging storm …. panic .. desire …….. pain and wishful logic slowly …

haikus, 2 of them

my wake centered on my back crippled by unconsciousness he places a kiss my run breath rising with the sun footsteps in opposition to the