Circumstantial Evidence of Nothing at all

I can smell your approach

I can taste you.

My eyes are watering.

Mouth wetted.

The taste of cherry blossoms are near.

I saunter through your scent

Drawing nearer.

I See you coming, apparell’d and vaded in stars.

For If I were a dead man

I’d recognize thee...


A starry mess.

My heart leaps

Un bound.

The crystals of time

Melt into my flowing veins

My blood thaws

And little green cotyledons

Burst from my chest.

Flowers appear.

My hands unclench

I Dig.


My eyes open.

It is you.


All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.