funeral haiku

death sharpens the nub
of life for writing full-stops.
our words more clearly

full-stop is all. then
another then another
are drawn…ellipsis

There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known

ben’s patchwork farms, the

ben’s patchwork farms, the
threaded roads piece a quilt my
grandma never saw

flying to detroit

flying to detroit
i spy my father’s house and
feel the growing grass

Water Towers

St. Louis in Storm

Storm Warning