It’s Friday, People
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
Category: Nature
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 …
Ancient Shepherds
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
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 …
The Park
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
Spring Clean
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …
Loud Silence
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …
I heard the dirge in the mists
The mists lay soft on the valleyan emptiness shrouded and stillthe chill in the air went through meas a tune …