Poetry Writer

As the wind begins the crows emergeready to play tag, chortle, caw . . .  make that special sound only they can make, take flight over rocky shoals into ocean misttheir numbers increase as day descends  upon the dense pines that line the graveyard   of our tiny coastal town Great swaths of green leafy boughs  breathe and billowas corvid come […]

Listening matters,More than religious dogmaConfusing us all. God speaks directly,Revealing best paths forwardIn every breath. Stop agonizingOver what we do not know,And start accepting Our best path forward,To what we should be sharingEach waking moment. — Kirk Gothier

There is a story,a story acting like a ribbon would in the wind,twisting and dancing. In this story she is like a hillrolling wet and green under a yellow sun. She is that sliver of moonbright in the dark summer night. She is surrounded by childrenand music, snow and breath and flowers,righteous indignation and a certain way […]

Just off the roadBehind some brushAnd nearly within hailOf Sue-Meg ParkYet close to homeHides Bub’s Secret Trail The footpath’s wornThe roots exposedAnd dotted with toadstoolsThe fallen treesWe clamber o’erTo play by diff’rent rules For in this spaceWithin the trailThe Green Arena dwellsThe stage is setThe curtains drawnAnticipation swells  The beetles areOur audienceAnd so are slugs […]

The clouds are leaden with raincoming down in streams over thesea green tree tops of redwoods feedingancient roots, which scientists have discoveredcommunicate with one another, linking themas a family.Leah and I head into the forest on soil the color ofburnt coffee, pale redwood brambles insertingthemselves into her paws, a slick banana slugcurled up at our […]

Winter was the blackest nightAnd the gray of dayLady Fern grew ghostly whiteThe woods stayed red and fey Winter was a barren bushFrost on raven wingsThe lonesome brrrr of varied thrushA wren who’s seldom seen Winter was a snow-capped mountPlumes of horses’ breath Fluffy foxes, frozen fountsAlders miming death Winter was a flooded marshWhale calves on […]

Beginning is the color of a red poppy It tastes like a fresh papaya coated with a ripe lime It lives in an ending, patiently waiting its turn A beginning is a wave, rolling, like an uncontrollable wagon, flying across the colored sand It’s a palm tree, dancing in the wind like a ballerina Even […]

An open doorFuzzy bear in hand,He wanders outHis sister once went thereHe remembers her faceDimpled, laughing, framed with grace,Her mane flowing in joyArms embraceVibrant garden flowers. Now he scramblesOver concrete and cobbles –fruits of mendacious power –o see her laughing againBear still clutched tightlyAgainst his tattered shirtEyes scanningDefiled landBlossoms face downIn ashes and dirt. Little […]

Sing out, America, sing out. Vocalize your discontent. Make clear your grievances. Raise voices high and long and loud. Sing out, America, the time is now. Now to shed these foolish cretins. Now to still the liars’ din. Now to beg no tyrant’s pardon. Now to stoke that rage within. Now refire that torch held […]