Tag Archives: insomnia

insomnia sometimes brings gifts if I had not opened this porch door at 2 a.m. & stepped outside my skin would not have held unfiltered moonlight, nor would I have seen Venus almost as bright as that moon just now … Continue reading →

the katydids are done trading accusations this early morning it is time for crickets and owls to sing the small hours before  first light teases the atmosphere from starred black to stained-glass blue premonition to another sunrise I am going … Continue reading →

my eyes are open windows uncurtained painting naked beams across the ceiling shot from unshaded bulbs impossible to dream inside that brilliance & if I close my lids the heat thrown off by this spontaneous internal combustion will fuse them closed … Continue reading →