Writing
Poems for the old year
No adjectives, we party like bees
Of the meeting of Áŋver Glass-Chest and 19 Coastal Typhoon
Parabola
The Midnight Call
South of the Evening
Poem
Heavy is the Hand
The Valley where the War Was
You Weren't Born Yet
Apocalypse Coming
The Black Cat, Pepper
Sweet Polly Oliver
The Station Zaanaim
Sonnete
Angel of Long Days
Old Sleigher Maria
Across a distance of three thousand years
Olive Poem
The Brewer Cat
Biking the greenways in Denver, Colorado