Sunday, October 2, 2016

uncertainty has these days
dimmed any color, any light
more than fear, more than anger
uncertainty settled over
deep sadness
preparing to mourn

-Kim






-Hannah

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Sunday, August 28, 2016

some tea settles my stomach
the river breeze stumbles through the ship belly
i stare at silver streaks of light
reflections of a landscape
i can't see but i know it surrounds me

-Kim




-Hannah

Sunday, August 21, 2016

a mapped-out surface
green-eyed blue struggle smile
arms circle goodbye

-Kim





-Hannah

Sunday, August 14, 2016

the dog days of summer
pant
crawl
belly-down on
parched, sandy dirt

the yellow-green of trees
too bright, threatening
a cloudless sky
drowns us

empty morning streets
as though this city were
a small, sleepy town
all at church on Sunday

-Kim



Heat Wave 
-Hannah

Sunday, August 7, 2016

haiku for a hard week

not happy tired
just some good old-fashioned
flat-out exhaustion

-Kim




'It doesn't look like much but it's going to be something.'
-Hannah

Sunday, July 31, 2016


-Hannah




turning circles
belly-down flat
damed-up river
pure azure into teal
silver leaves shudder
thunder grumbles
a memory once lost
the gift of a stranger

-Kim

Sunday, July 10, 2016

a simple meal:

three small ingredients taste of

weightless cold stars
dripping into a sea
slippery and cold as an eel

warm breath condensing on slick, tempered glass

nothing but cold moonlight
illuminating the room
white sheets float

-Kim



-Hannah

Sunday, June 26, 2016


dove grey
suffused light
seeps through
a window
facing
a brick wall
faint sound
on the ledge
two doves coo

-Kim







-Hannah

Sunday, May 29, 2016

it happened so fast
the speed of recognition
black asphalt shimmers

-Kim




-Hannah

Sunday, May 1, 2016

30.
jags of rain like small bursts of anger
a red balloon self-consciously jerked
looking into the gray, to only see its varying shades
i wondered
had she ever looked up into the sun's impossible white
so strong it burned through closed eyes?
had she ever had animal silence
so still it transformed her into amber?

-Kim





-Hannah

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sunday, March 27, 2016

loitering
aimless wanderings

ambling on
floating
unaware

not willingness
not choice
surviving only to exist

this life
does't even consider us

-Kim





them bones, flower dress
cross talk at the table
slow drive, homesteading


-Hannah

Sunday, March 20, 2016

it could be diff'rent 
achieving a balance
word's so meaningless


-Kim



-Hannah