birds fly in from incredible angles-- sunlight's shimmer on snow
thoughtless
a field mouse tests the air--
Buddha's chair
algorithms quickened
the laptop warms its core
o' sweet Valentine
this tweet goes out directly
from my heart to you
a couple's quiet cuddle
under the kotatsu
Monday, February 15, 2021
white birch
hidden among the pine--
mistaken for ghosts
thoughtless
a field mouse tests the air--
Buddha's seat
Monday, February 8, 2021
Every time we'd drive into the Res, my little radio with the broken antenna would pick up the station from Agency Village. As we drew nearer, the sound of the Drum would grow stronger, deer lining the road, with the moon in every eye.
