(May 16, 2019)
Dangles above the coastline Where countless stars and waves Welcome me home. One of these stars Is extremely rare Having immigrated From a Dwarf Galaxy Far, far away… All...
(May 9, 2019)
Through Shirley's eyes the trees displayed Their beauty as the children played And each time that we went anew She'd ask if once again they grew Through Shirley's ears they...
(May 2, 2019)
There's a day now and then When the world is so glorious, When your children are safe and happy, When the roof has no leaks, And the furnace is working...
(April 25, 2019)
Mechanical music, the sound of a ghost radio station broadcast by a specter ship sailing the radio waves, no soul aboard, ghost boat steered by ghost engineers. Opposite of pirate...
(April 11, 2019)
"The only thing of value is the thing you cannot say." Wittgenstein At King Salmon on that beautiful Sunday, my father-in-law praises the day: the sun walks across the wavetops...
(April 4, 2019)
Music of a liquid world Full of ebb and flow River made foundation Constant, deep and low Staccato drips of melting Hit roof and deck below Murmur of light rain...
(March 28, 2019)
Dancing off the hillsides Inviting me outside Where clouds play, Above the canopy I normally embrace To avoid the rain. A Great Blue Heron Lumbers along Towards the sun, Oblivious...
(March 21, 2019)
we could see the indentation left on the ground where it had stood since before the First World War. Covered up and compressed for over a century, the earth suddenly...
(March 14, 2019)
A couple decades difference in our ages, a dozen years as neighbors, perhaps a handful of brief chats through the lattice and hydrangeas. A few times I put your newspaper...
(March 6, 2019)
In the muddy pasture at the end of the lane black cows graze. Tufts of fur brush-stroke their backs mud-manure cakes their sides dark-wet slurry down sturdy shanks their modest...
(February 28, 2019)
Below the vision and above the teaming soil paint straight from the grand palette is a compost of color all mixed to brown and rot. Here in the chaos of...
(February 21, 2019)
Quiet hamlet, I call home. Cirrus skyscape With abundance Of blue. Redwood friends Confiding to me, Their silent stories Of a century or more. Beaches magnificent In their repose, Beneath...
(February 14, 2019)
It's only love that makes me get out of bed and walk into the wide garden again – clearing space for another gathering of flowers and my friend the honey...
(February 7, 2019)
Whenever someone says that history is a lie, I think about the scar that runs the length of my scalp; I think about the crow who died in my hand....
(January 31, 2019)
Great wings spread Feathering west winds, While grey clouds loom Beyond all horizons. These are dark days Yet still, you fly Battling the elements While the rest of us Just...
(January 24, 2019)
There is a time when the sound of wet tires on Harris Street Comes as a surprise. Gravity has worked its irresistible craft On the water cycle, Leaving carbuncles dangling...
