Wet Work

Who cares to see the softer side
of jobs, whose definitions hide
the details and the methods used;
leave life and limb and soul abused.

Something Wonderful

I woke up with this feeling
that I do not want to shake.
I’ve nurtured it throughout the day,
I have to stay awake.
It is tenuous and fragile,
like a wave without a wake.


What is more important than you being here with me?
I have all the insight of a spirit that is free.
Push against me, hard, so that I know that you are there.
Grab my nape with meaning, like a mother’s forceful care.