Poem: Grasp

                  Mist disappears into clear air Turns into the space between us We once were something no one could hold All could see, none would breathe It was an occurrence that clings under limbs We were a paring like Lady Slipper and Pine Reach for yesterdays fogContinue reading “Poem: Grasp”

Poetry: September Bellingham

Down the hill my city sits Waves nip at its hair Freeway scratches the belly Mountains hold down its hip Low mist rolled in early, refuses to leave this cove Down into the clouds I walk, floating up into a subdued world Here exhales are marked, Talk can be seen Sun baths buildings in a peach-warmContinue reading “Poetry: September Bellingham”