Home to prickly pines and Douglas fir,
Hoh rain forest, a carpet of licorice fern.
Emerald beards coat every surface
over-grown facial hair or mask?
Timbers moistened by sulfur rain, exudes
rich cedar, ripe pine and old oak’s…
Death doesn’t feel real when you read about it on Facebook
which is why I keep looking for your face in pedestrians near campus
because I saw you biking last month outside our journalism class.
Death doesn’t feel real when you read…
long and crooked are his fingers
like his smile
they’ve been broken
his lips taste like iron from the blood that
drips from his nose and rusted roses bloom from
the lapels of his shirt
a cross-stitched madness that
ekes out the…
Deep forest of velvety green
Sprinkled with golden leaves
Raindrops of sunlight
Among tree boughs.
Smooth silken moss,