Chase Fire Biography

Our wishes climb
on snowflakes,
reaching for distant stars—
my frozen breath
...

The glow
in her eyes…
I watch the sun fall
into distant lands
...

In a candlelit forest
I sketch the faces
of ancient trees...
my brand-new notebook
...

winter burial
the resurrection
of old photos
...

fortune teller...
the lights of a distant train
shimmer on the rails
...