small stone 18 – wrong


when i imagine you
leaving this world
i envision the axis of the earth
tilting off-kilter
just a bit, the seasons
altering to fit
into the soundless void
you leave behind

(for james cox)


one single impression
a river of stones


small stone 12 – revenge

i have the taste for it –
salty and rough against my tongue.
how can i describe the taste
of salt – it tastes of beachwater
and failure. my desire
to get even is like this,
like water trapped in the ear
after a hard wave. i shake my head
and stomp my feet but stubbornly
it remains, like the bubble in a level
off-kilter. i have the taste for it –
but not the stomach.