A flock crossed
the circle as rays
stretched through
my open hand. Tabitha
says on the coldest days
the sky does not absorb
the light; it magnifies it.

I could not feel
my fingertips but I slipped
off a glove to raise
a bare palm in greeting
to the light that only comes
when ice crystals stand
between self and sun.

This is how we’ll survive the winter.
—Inauguration Day, January 20, 2025

On the most bitter day
of winter, rainbows
chased the sun’s heels
herding diamond dust
into a halo I only saw
because I stopped
to fill my tires.

Hi! As an author, I am equally tired of being tamed by capitalism’s lust for commodifying the self and Christianity’s delusions of certainty. I’m here because I’ve heard it might be a friendlier place for the increasingly feral, like me.

Time to roar, and share small joys, like these fishes.