The Island Dog He is everyone’s; Yet he is no one’s. Vacationers arrive, discover him, Dote on him for two weeks, then disappear. He is their holiday project A story they’ll tell over dinner at home. Some allow him in,... Continue Reading →
Subtexting I don’t know if you aware of this, but I cry after our conversations, which are few and far between. Your voice grows softer with each discourse, though your laugh is still full of joy, and your wit hasn’t... Continue Reading →
Birds at the little window feeders Dark-eyed Junco, Pygmy Nuthatch having found it, now arrive every morning Chestnut-backed Chickadee, Bewick's Wren to this magical tray of seeds, corn, manna, pink nectar Rufous Hummingbird, White-crowned Sparrow indignantly ruffled feathers when it... Continue Reading →
Fractured Peonies I became black beans boiling in a witch's kettle on an open fire I became nautilus swirling inward bird as fish in the sky when he said he loved my body implying but not me Cadaver... Continue Reading →
Sediment Your senses dulled by what has yet to be known, intentions become loose threads collectively binding noose to pole. Shuddering lips synthesize pulses, ephemeral breaths that hang in the air as if clotheslines. You try bottling seasons in steps,... Continue Reading →
Magic It must be some kind of sorcery, how we all dip into the same alphabet-palette of 26 letters, and one man comes out with word-paintings that create phantoms to fear, while another's words point to the infinity of the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 