the changeling

a stone angel

steps down 

from her pedestal—

the burden of wings 

others want her to wear

~A Hundred Gourds 4:2, March 2015

the empty shell

of a phoenix egg

sky blue

among the cinders

of who I used to be

~A Hundred Gourds 4:3, June 2015

raven, 

fox, or smiling lion . . .

I rummage

my wardrobe

for this day’s mask

~Ribbons 11:2, summer 2015