Tangle 23

Kiss me
Until I forget
This bitter cage


Tangle 22

There is quiet in unexpected places:
Slow black strokes to fill a shaky circle
Lines cut in carpet by a repetitive sweep
Sun stretching behind a storm cloud
And somehow, everything blue

Tangle 20

Regardless of congratulatory backslaps,
it becomes increasingly difficult
to name oneself “adventurer”
when perpetually tossed
by a seemingly portless storm.