Now You See It

I will 

never 

understand 

how someone 

so solid 

can 

so suddenly 

disappear. 

You 

are the 

worst kind 

of magician, 

love. 

October Heart

October heart, 

I’m dead and still dying, 

turning to ash on the vine,

Moonless night walks,

to keep fear from freezing,

this haunted kingdom is mine. 

Ghosts share my face,

I’ve made my own monsters, 

they never end up my friends.

Howl at the moon, 

to drown out the silence,

this is the season of ends. 

(S)hell(o)

Every morning, 

the oak has 

painted more brown 

atop the green, 

and the cracked 

acorn shells 

remind me that 

winter has vowed

to come again 

soon. She, 

at least, 

has always kept 

her promise.