top of page
some poems
Everyone sat around
talking the end of the world.
Did you read that
New Yorker article?
they asked.
The world is bigger
I thought
than the PacificNorthWest
bigger than here
to Japan.
Once the world quaked
when someone said
You’re just like your mother.
Now I watch
my father's hands tremble.
Swell after swell,
the world isn't swallowed.
bottom of page