Nicole Burgund

out of sleeplessness

to a house unlike

every one else is


at war

Just tinkering with the phrase Be all

End all    Just holding


the banister there requires a suspension

An old equation

travels slowly to my hands


not controlling means

you’re wind’s candidate


Be seldom near me

in the cavernous X


the uncertain guards

the blownwhite halls.



for Shannon Tharp and Maggie Jackson