Here are cleavers, she said, twayblade, bittersweet, swamp saxifrage; over there sprout horehound, goat’s rue, turtlehead, wild columbine. Next are cheeses (she laughed), milkwort, cracker-crumbs, sweet pepperbush…
Across this dashboard's dusty glass, the modern world fades out, Transformed into vistas of flat terrain that breed a quiet doubt. I drive this truck past saltbush…
We are chained in this life, this everyday life. Rules, obligations, and responsibilities are our bounds. Yet they are all fleeting - noise, anxiety, and the speed…
But this, though lost to the sight, was retained in the memory - St. Augustine, The Confessions I headed down that path as if would lead me…
Vernal life spurts forth with foliage verdant-white Fragile leaflets fresh from earthen womb leap toward sunlight The grasses get some color back in their cheeks Avians return,…
They wandered about the exhibit of the emperor long dead, though, no august history would inhibit boyish thoughts swirling in their heads. So, the whispers and the…
Regard that old man sleeping over there His nasal snores, his silver strands of hair That streak in patches all along his face And that stale smell…
The flies buzz above the decaying hands, Whose subtle fingers once etched the republic’s last defense. The noble head, with pin pierced tongue, demands the shame of…
Tomorrow will worry about itself. - Matthew 6:34 It’s not worth worrying if worse is to come, And though it’s easier said than done I, for…
Awake, and reenchant our drug-dulled hearts, sweet muse; The West is washed away and cast upon a shore Where twisters of the truth conspire to abuse Your…
Rise, my little wings, so others can sing How they saw me flying out of this tree. Right now, as I look up at the sky I…
This is the ninth year of regret. Luminous decay. Still thinking small — Cinnamon. Feet. Horses. Pink lobes. Graves of silence on bones sing, not All children…
Return now, with your weightless arabesques. Let your sharp silhouettes pen a cursive script of poetry across a cobalt page of sky. Throw your weightless wonder upon…
Oh, what is better than the burden of being wise being lifted? The wise have their answers– And their sorrows. It falls to we fools to dance…
It was not a night to remember, rather, a night to forget. Late autumn, my German Shepherd and I in a farm cottage on the far reaches…