for birds in a time of plague
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the sickness that diffuses in the fresh autumn air, in the quiet streak-free skies now, once …
Category: Life
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …
I went to look for poetry
I went to look for poetrybeneath the midnight moonout where the potholes pocked the road,and spotted a raccoon. He’d torn a dumpster open widelike caught and gutted prey,and two green eyes peered back with allthe …
Neruda’s Tasks
Like above and below, my duties achedto converge. One was to climb all the waydown to the bottom of things to cry with my kind in joy and pain,gasp with them at the edible seed …
It’s Hard to Explain
Ants will visit every feast.If the potato salad has mustard and sweet pickles,I can put up with crawlers.And if I can have melody and rhythm,I’ll deal with some noise.Clouds’ soft, intertwining folds are such,rain is …
Ode to the House that Raised Me
I saw a ghost today. I peered inside her vacant eyes and brushed the years away. I saw her youth,and she saw mine.We knew each other’s past.She spoke my truthin wistful lineswithin her dusty glass. Time had not …
The Old Man in the Mist
A lonely path through clouded memories his fading mind once sharp and clear, now lost in hazy fusion, time betrayed by hours no longer counted in his universe. Yet hesitantly climbing misty steps his feet …
she even looked a bit like you
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I go nowhere just throw my head back andstare at the empty skyletting one hand danglelike …