Place me among the breast of the blue jay when it claps its wings,
that I too may turn concave,
blown back by its power’s rush,Read More »
Category: Nature
The Loudness of the Night
It is with urgency that the crickets chirp in each other’s gaps.
The wind rushes through the reeds on repeat,
as a lapping wave. And the owls insist
on crying out their rhetoric. Would that I had doneRead More »
Rooftop Morning
I wondered what calm was, so guessed at what was calm.
I investigated- sunrise, sunset?
But such vivacity should not surprise me from a ball of fire.
This dawn is more alive than the people of this city.
It is raring for a fight, while empty souls hold zombie eyes.
This is where the war takes place.
It wants to wake them up.Read More »
The Stirring
I can tell it is coming, for it’s already here-
love like moisture in humid air, about to rain down.
Whispering through the rustling leaves, tickling my ear,
anticipation comes long before thunder sounds.
I can tell it is coming, for it’s already here.
As vividly felt as transporting scent-Read More »
The Lumberjack’s Return
This is the point of the yellow-green crayon-
the grass of this light, not too bright clearing,
the trees circled ‘round like an audience
or perfect fence, this somehow bigger than recalled
but still small enough to cradle us,
place of our memories.
Still, with the hunch in my shoulders I sense
a peripheral silence. Sure enough,Read More »
The Speed of Slow
I want to know the Speed Of Slow;
I want to know To Never Know,
to have no Known Idea.
I want to know the beat that peace makes-
Rhythm played
by feet of horses towing Amish buggies.
I want to taste the fruit of labor, ever savoring the flavor-
honest scent that never says nor once implies
that man can fly through time and never
whispers that the times are flying either.
Equivalence-
Movements…
I want to get from creek to peak remembering that every moth
that I walk past is passed by in the sum of beats that leave its wings
while in my presence-
wholly as it should be and only as it could be,Read More »
The Shore
back forth in out
up slide down
the earth the moon the tide the waves
a tireless barista
wet dark sand beneath
white foam cappuccino
sea
always busyRead More »
What the Window Framed
I thought it was a picture,
and I wanted to turn it into a song,
so I kept trying to look and gaze it in,Read More »
Glow (Published in Pinnacle Anthology)
Canoes tilt slightly beneath garbanzo bean clouds.
We try to hear the crickets, but the silence is too
loud. Pink sky over aquamarine
sea, and I don’t look at you. Astute.
Relaxation. You can be my eyes. Don’tRead More »
Suicidal Rain
Drops fall in unison,
roaring on the roof like
a giant’s fan sent to cool the homestead off.
Meanwhile, the beads that fell first
splash into puddles and pots,
filling rows up when all they did was fall down.
The grey has never brightened your mood,
but I guzzle water.
You don’t see its point; You want
the sun to match the marigolds,Read More »
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