True Tide
Coast of perfect bays, all night the harbor widens between us; as we sleep the continents change address. I sail all day to you then wake on the horizon my arms full of loss, my …
Category: . Philosophical
Mud and Honey
Her sentimental spirit washes freewhen clay and sediment come sliding down,so if she cries, a man is bound to seea river in her eyes but twice as brown.I hold her breadth of heart in high …
Moth
What wrecks you make, crushed with fly swatters. We see only your distress, caught bentwinged by geckos or wrens. A cat makes your final struggle a painflutter game sometimes we watch you bump dumb faces …
The New Alchemy
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and tossed Aside like fads or childish play outgrown? How can we ever hope now to …
Life’s Carousel
We mount our steeds every day, some swift, eager; some balky, locked in place. We circle each day midst a blur of faces, always hoping to grasp the elusive brass ring, all the while knowing …
A Cosmos of Darkness and Light
There once was a boy who could dream a lost world and manage to reach it at times; his mind was a plaything, it swanned and it swirled in realms he imagined and thoughts he …
Dinosaur Thoughts
Because there are uncounted secret ways to live a life, perhaps therein to find a shred of comfort through the march of days, one cannot know the state of another’s mind. We speak of standing …
Time
Time moves swiftly through revolving doors, Trying desperately to make each moment part of the past. Oh, that time could just stand still And prevent today from becoming another yesterday. A new and exciting world …