No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
Category: . Contemplative
The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
Necessary Communication Barriers
The air is untrustworthy in the vein of neighbors, friends and strangers. Essential floats on a field of grey and …
The Angels Weep for Us
Above us, where span the lactescent arcades of the sky, Where azure and pearl frame the cloud-swelling meadows on high, …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Torch Song
Remember the Soldier Pass, orange rocks punched by water into seven wormholes painted on a cliff that bled into the horizon. …
True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …