Christopher Hileman

The aromatic
ferret wriggled free to chase
her prey in the weeds
out back of the house,
...

I have come this way
again as if I would stay
this time - not like last
when I was the wind
...

After some debate
two of the crows decided
to start on the eyes
of the fallen one.
...

That day's journey took
three hours to get to the falls
from downstate, my start
a short enough time
...

Some women I know,
they entwined, knotted themselves,
powered up for sure.
It took ten minutes
...

I want my poems
to reach heaven's view and say
just everything
so clearly, without
...

Let the rains arrive.
May they wash behind my ears
and sluice all my cracks
clean of sludge and grit,
...