Once Soft and Smooth
Soft, soothing hands would rock a crying son To sleep; would clap and cheer when he would run; Then work anew ’til household chores were done. Smooth, loving hands would comb a daughter’s hair, Sew …
Emily’s Last Words
“I must go in, for the fog is rising,” breathed out that pen we love so well, as she upon her bed lay dying—enigma last to seal the spell her verses spread around the globe, …
Lines on a Grid
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think and flex my mental muscle, And take my jaded brain out for a ride. The …
Puff Piece
A canopy of cumulus projection aligns itself enticingly and spills its cotton candy succulent confection across the canvas of the Texas hills. A viewer, from the vantage of a hammock, anticipates the daily matinee with …
Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. Or the Hudson River, gray palisades growing into taller and straighter marble giants as our …
Magellan
I see the maps, watch you navigate – you will always find the shortest route between two points, I know – but no straight line can satisfy this wind over water or a thousand meandering coastlines, curving latitude and longitudeand …
frabjous
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades as borogoves reflect, build nests beside and under, where along the clifftop prominence that beats …
leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior grasping hands fleeing parents’ cruel demands night falls quickly, need to campsnow falls quicker, cold …