Breaking into and out of
a landscape carved
from rock and snow. Crash
through the sky, pulling
me down, face on the ground.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Breaking into and out of
a landscape carved
from rock and snow. Crash
through the sky, pulling
me down, face on the ground.