moth after moth

political landscape who's in charge of the changing narrative

bank pen someone's broken the chain

heat index easier to gauge than your temper

ida what soul can withstand such hammering*

woodpecker this is not a practice drill

silent sentinel a long time since there's been smoke from the chimney

moth after moth their wings make the light flicker

pandemic's success no matter which corner we turn

Hurricane Ida Devastation

Universal Truths

sun-damaged youth every mole is suspicious

political arena my daily news dose of depression

baptist church faith grows in the wildflower garden

portland, moscow, lytton we can't go north to cool off

daisy circles clocking summer's passage

mental illness the lengths between hurdles and silences

rivers rising to the cymbals of thunder and the drums of rain

universal truths I don't believe in heaven or hell