Letters To No One
Don't make me say it, what we both
know so keenly to be true.
Every day I return to the same place,
as if in disbelief, to the detritus of my life.
In deep winter cloud light, I write
my letters to no one. They are not poems.
They are slight shifts in the wind
around an invisible person,
a cavern in which this murder of crows
has taken residence,
black veins of winter branches.
Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. Diagnosed with a glioblastoma in 2014, he is currently a third-year MFA candidate at the University of Missouri-Kansas City and lives with his wife Lili and newborn son Theodore in Blue Springs, Missouri. His poems have been or will be published in over 100 different magazines, including New Letters, Bridge Eight, South Dakota Review, I-70 Review and TYPO. His first collection, Fall Risk, is available from Glass Lyre Press.