M. Hank

Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias

As we lay under silky rays of sun

And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,

Words falling over one another until they

Became nothing, only syllables

it's snowing,

again,

and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock

on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal

in the bird feeder thinks of this.

When all we have is spent 

What will we have left? 


Like an animal that runs through the forest 

Searching for the last of its kind to go 

Your body is asleep in the house you moved to when you were fourteen, but your brain is wide awake in your old school library.

Taking a walk along the beach with my sister

We took the evening to ourselves 

to drive to the beach and watch the sunset

It’s rare that we get to spend this time alone together

Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson.  He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches