(November 21, 2019)
I didn't really know him to be honest his life story what I knew of him was from our acquaintance out at the beach our conversations I always felt a...
(November 14, 2019)
Sun comes up bright in a spotless sky again. Where is the November that was, that old month of rain and fog? Amaryllis' poke out strong green leaves one week...
(November 7, 2019)
Who am I, when it's overwhelmingly dark? Who am I, alone in this expanding gloom? Who am I, staring at weakly flickering candles? Who am I, writing in this...
(October 31, 2019)
Without, the land still flows with blood, A likeness of my day: Earth's creatures moan, in fire and flood And God must look away. But here, my vagrant spirit might...
(October 24, 2019)
—in memory of H.L. Redwood roots feel the Eel pooling and pulsing, dammed by February king tides, over spilling banks, dissolving fragile underpinnings, fueling turbid streams. Flood dispatches downed timber,...
(October 17, 2019)
Forty black brant in league with the moon dropped from the evening to the bay. We did not dive in to the gold night sea, the dog and I. Monte...
(October 11, 2019)
People's Liberation Army soldiers corrected turbulence on June 4, 1989 at the Square of Heavenly Peace rewarded with commemorative wristwatches from the emperor. The chum under treads on red pavement...
(September 26, 2019)
Resting on my kitchen counter Lies a nest of ruby red tiny tomatoes Each complete in its skin Their size this summer out-selling the more robust ones. All the markets'...
(September 19, 2019)
Fall fly, you poor immobile beast, cool weather has clipped your wings. No darting, no buzzing like before; just a quiet hanging out, life in the fast lane reduced to...
(September 12, 2019)
A blessing on your contrasts, Arcata-- baseball caps and dreadlocks, bicyclists and bikers, Budweiser 12-packs vying to outnumber Downtown Browns. Nuclear free zone where a 100 foot American flag waves...
(September 5, 2019)
On a socked-in foggy day A group of singers gathered Choosing songs, one by one Voices blending, layered. Celtic, pop, traditional Melodic pleas for peace The fourteenth century's John Ball...
(August 29, 2019)
From our silent little home between the sea and the bay We hear the waves; we almost hear the spray A light mist comes around to drizzle and drip Nearby,...
(August 15, 2019)
(For Shaggy) He wasn't big and he wasn't small. He lived to eat and to chase his ball. His raison d'etre: Fun, fun fun. His single speed was run, run,...
(July 25, 2019)
No ducks ply the slough, no great egrets glide. Wrung out clouds pattern the marsh in light ink. Air as crisp as cave-cooled watermelon. Silence ambushes me in this quiet...
(July 18, 2019)
Beautiful walk along Clam Beach shore Scampered over dunes and grass and more Driftwood wet upon the sand Placed there gently by ocean's hand A misty day, no sun is...
