Poetry

It is a Battle Royale Between the artist’s brush And streamlined aesthetic Overtaking us. Floating by Monet’s Lilies, Pressed in Carter’s War Bride, Cults of the Machine Are painting everything We long to embrace.

Before the Big Bang We were all together Taunting form And space In the dance We shared. Then the Stars, Periodic Tables And endless words All got in the way. Who knew?

All of this happens before. Misty mornings, Where trees, hills and chance skies Trace soft lines against The long edge of summer, Glistening perfectly, On stale afternoons Before evening rises again, Bathing us in its long, quiet pause. . None of this can be undone. The daily rhythm, Pulsing softly, Then snapped, While heat furrows […]

Seinfeld said you’re not a cat Bathing top down’s where it’s at Wash hair and face, scrub the pits Don’t forget the naughty bits Grab some breakfast, cup of Joe Kiss my wife before I go Measure life with coffee spoons But I play some classic tunes Out the garage, pass the bay Moo at […]

The roofers pounded through lunch, my weekly soup and book, of a stranger’s poetry, punctuated by summer labor. Reading is always a revolt against schedule, eating at a table the same unhurried rebellion. If it catches on our nation will savor. The tar eyed crew comes down the ladder for their meal. They seem glad […]

Not shy as tree nymphs are said to be not oak-dwelling, but Sitka spruce never worry about leaves leaving and not returning, like dawn-swept dreams. With Artemis, we see unseen hands hired to wrench Dudleya plants off their native North Coast. Bluff lettuce, pale green rosettes of fleshy leaves vermillion-tipped, erects a stem and blooms […]

folk-life falling bright on the Blue Lake afternoon sun shine content upon the hills, the trees, the people the bales of hay soft, and meant to catch resting minds set on bodies willing to hear how we can weave words with wonder songs, strung and set upon the air, clear and concise clean, as the […]

One dimension Speaks volumes, With broken lines Dashing North & South, And broken bodies Littering our past. Scenic Vistas Rarely help Weary souls Recover. All lines  Are pointless.

I was in the right place and then I was even more in the right place. Between two oceanic storms flooding roads, battering umbrellas of those few beyond walls, this day bloomed daffodilic in early springtime sun. Between work and more work a woodswalk summoned beyond the warm and open studio with its tea and […]

I call my best friend to thank him for his service. “Thank you.” He croons. “But,” I protest, “I didn’t serve.” “Yes you did.” He insists. “You brought us home.”

I found it Above the Cemetery, Beneath Zipporah’s Pond, Holding its own Against the biomass. Trevor named it Earning that right Hiking the Lost Coast, And all trails known To our strongest hikers. If he only knew What lies ahead In the lines of men Who find their way To ancient waters, Where we all […]

Nature raves in Crescent City The rain beats a drumroll on the earth The ocean eats the coast The wind tears the great trees limb from limb The waves hammer the seastacks into sand The human presence clings like &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspa limpet to a rock, crying &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbspplease, please &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsplet me stay