The Block

can you remember a time

when the words didnt fill the hall

ways echoes overnight 

into the reminders of sleep
pages were never turned in

words to the microphone

a voice

a voice

a voice

what i always

could have said


What To Do When The Glass is Torn

The forks and knives

still reflect the empty porcelain plate.

The flame has closed, and

the faucet no longer

keeps track of the seconds.

The carton of eggs has already shed

each empty shell.


The still breaks its promise and rises,

the rays swirling around each wind chime.

The coffee will still brew.