September fades like the short shadow of summer. It will be night soon. There will be stars full of winter and a cold that sings for warmth.
September 30, 2025 at 9:23 PM
September fades like the short shadow of summer. It will be night soon. There will be stars full of winter and a cold that sings for warmth.
It is August and the aphids have drunk the nectar dry of the beans, a thorough weeding has occurred in the early hours, and sleep fills the afternoon like the buzzing of a bright green flying messenger of the eternal.
August 25, 2025 at 1:05 AM
It is August and the aphids have drunk the nectar dry of the beans, a thorough weeding has occurred in the early hours, and sleep fills the afternoon like the buzzing of a bright green flying messenger of the eternal.
Tonight the moon is a coin thrown in the well of time. I rubbed the edges of the coin before throwing it into the deep water. I made the wish. The ridges, copper, were full of dirt and a secret love, which now is three summers long. I believe he knows and that is enough for now.
June 21, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Tonight the moon is a coin thrown in the well of time. I rubbed the edges of the coin before throwing it into the deep water. I made the wish. The ridges, copper, were full of dirt and a secret love, which now is three summers long. I believe he knows and that is enough for now.
Tonight the moon is the tender skin of an orange, quietly spritzing its oils on the night, like a coin on the bottom of the lake.
December 19, 2024 at 2:29 AM
Tonight the moon is the tender skin of an orange, quietly spritzing its oils on the night, like a coin on the bottom of the lake.
Tonight the moon is a bear, asleep for winter in the dark cave. There is a long snore which circles the air and we call it tomorrow.
December 17, 2024 at 4:40 AM
Tonight the moon is a bear, asleep for winter in the dark cave. There is a long snore which circles the air and we call it tomorrow.
Tonight the moon is seen for the first time in years by eyes which have seen the whole world while blindfolded.
December 9, 2024 at 1:13 AM
Tonight the moon is seen for the first time in years by eyes which have seen the whole world while blindfolded.
Tonight the moon is the ear of an elephant, flapping in the sky, changing shapes each night like the waves of the ocean. Inside, a sound is carried into the moon. It is water, they say, an ancient ocean on the moon. Instead it is memory, carried in an ancient sound machine, as ancient as breath.
December 7, 2024 at 8:13 AM
Tonight the moon is the ear of an elephant, flapping in the sky, changing shapes each night like the waves of the ocean. Inside, a sound is carried into the moon. It is water, they say, an ancient ocean on the moon. Instead it is memory, carried in an ancient sound machine, as ancient as breath.
Tonight the moon is a footprint in the snow, covered quickly by the night blizzard. Someday tomorrow it will happen again but it will be new and alive like a wolf walking into a city.
December 5, 2024 at 6:05 AM
Tonight the moon is a footprint in the snow, covered quickly by the night blizzard. Someday tomorrow it will happen again but it will be new and alive like a wolf walking into a city.
Tonight the moon forgot to wake up. In its perpetual dream, the moon is a bear asleep in winter, fat with another year, and full of secrets of the forest.
December 4, 2024 at 5:28 AM
Tonight the moon forgot to wake up. In its perpetual dream, the moon is a bear asleep in winter, fat with another year, and full of secrets of the forest.
Tonight the moon is the arctic wind, twirling around its own self until it is something, the way belief in one’s self can be if allowed faith in the apparition becoming the real.
December 3, 2024 at 1:54 AM
Tonight the moon is the arctic wind, twirling around its own self until it is something, the way belief in one’s self can be if allowed faith in the apparition becoming the real.
Tonight the moon is hiding behind the great tree in the sky, sleeping away the monstrosity of another year, where earth is paradise only in old books.
December 2, 2024 at 1:21 AM
Tonight the moon is hiding behind the great tree in the sky, sleeping away the monstrosity of another year, where earth is paradise only in old books.
Tonight the moon is time during a holiday, a slow and rising light, then quickly disappearing in the night.
December 1, 2024 at 3:38 AM
Tonight the moon is time during a holiday, a slow and rising light, then quickly disappearing in the night.
Tonight the moon is a cube of sugar dissolved in a cup of tea, like memory.
November 30, 2024 at 3:59 AM
Tonight the moon is a cube of sugar dissolved in a cup of tea, like memory.
Tonight the moon is eating the night sky. A bite at a time until the dark is digested into sunlight.
November 28, 2024 at 11:51 PM
Tonight the moon is eating the night sky. A bite at a time until the dark is digested into sunlight.
Tonight the moon is the car light rushing to the grocery store before the night blankets the daily shuffling of feet in the leaves.
November 28, 2024 at 2:39 AM
Tonight the moon is the car light rushing to the grocery store before the night blankets the daily shuffling of feet in the leaves.
Tonight the moon is listening to jazz and watching the ambulance lights from above. Chaos is light.
November 26, 2024 at 8:11 AM
Tonight the moon is listening to jazz and watching the ambulance lights from above. Chaos is light.
Tonight the moon is a flower bouquet bought at the grocery store, chilling on the window sill in early winter. The bees are the stars and far away, sleeping in a bed of their own distant honey.
November 24, 2024 at 6:15 AM
Tonight the moon is a flower bouquet bought at the grocery store, chilling on the window sill in early winter. The bees are the stars and far away, sleeping in a bed of their own distant honey.
Tonight the moon is the Mississippi River winding downstream outside the window. The night trapped in the water, floating down to the great ocean, where the moon will be released again with the fish and the jellied beings and all the bright in the dark.
November 23, 2024 at 5:58 AM
Tonight the moon is the Mississippi River winding downstream outside the window. The night trapped in the water, floating down to the great ocean, where the moon will be released again with the fish and the jellied beings and all the bright in the dark.
Tonight the moon is a mistake made years ago which follows me every night since.
November 22, 2024 at 4:28 AM
Tonight the moon is a mistake made years ago which follows me every night since.
Tonight the moon is the first snow fall. A thousand thousands of little moons all gathering together into a thin layer of dreams.
November 21, 2024 at 4:39 AM
Tonight the moon is the first snow fall. A thousand thousands of little moons all gathering together into a thin layer of dreams.
Tonight the moon peeks from behind the clouded curtain like the cat who snuck into the living room to listen to the house’s secrets. Bright eyes and a tail of smooth light.
November 20, 2024 at 3:36 AM
Tonight the moon peeks from behind the clouded curtain like the cat who snuck into the living room to listen to the house’s secrets. Bright eyes and a tail of smooth light.
Tonight the moon fights the God of Rain. The water cuts the light and declares a winner on this side of the war.
November 19, 2024 at 2:36 AM
Tonight the moon fights the God of Rain. The water cuts the light and declares a winner on this side of the war.
Tonight the moon is humming a tune that can only be heard next to a river falling into the ocean. There is something lost everyday and it cannot be heard.
November 18, 2024 at 12:37 AM
Tonight the moon is humming a tune that can only be heard next to a river falling into the ocean. There is something lost everyday and it cannot be heard.
Tonight the moon is covered in the day’s doubt. The underside of the eagle’s wing, dark tufts of questions.
November 17, 2024 at 2:19 AM
Tonight the moon is covered in the day’s doubt. The underside of the eagle’s wing, dark tufts of questions.
Tonight the moon is a lost bead from the necklace I hung on my neck as the year began.
November 16, 2024 at 4:23 AM
Tonight the moon is a lost bead from the necklace I hung on my neck as the year began.