Status Updates From Corridor: Poems

"the past was not our destiny,
the foreboding or foretelling was left
on the shelves to the longplaying records
we'd switch on for the warmth of the scratches
that pocked the music like rain"

"The moss encroached on trees, giant beech,
slender beech, old leaves encroached,
ivy and holly joined in dominion,
one birch marked itself, another
signaled from afar, leaves in ruts,
leaves in ditches, ditchwater and water
on the path that leads either

out of the forest or farther within."