Sugar Maple
My lover is a sugar maple tree, her back erect and regal, erudite, her breast replete with summer’s greenery, her …
Category: Nature
From Humble Dark Beginnings
I grew beneath the shadows where light was hard to find lay there amongst the darkness abandoned, left behind. I …
A Single Day
A Mayfly lives a single day So every moment counts. Her time is metered out to her In minuscule amounts. …
The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
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, …
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 …