Just Before Dawn
Here in my darkest hour, I lie grasped among the roots of damp and mossy oaks while overlooking black alfalfa fields, above which coming fogs will linger…
Running on the Beach With Rebecca
Bike tire treads, tributaries on sand Stamped with footprints, paw pads, the soles of shoes, Stream before us like kite strings with ribbons. Could we run these…
Critters in the Trench
Critters in the trench Instance man’s return To the state of nature. Strategists become Heirs to Hercules Ancient Romans prayed to. Iron General: Does, like any man,…
Approaching the Estuary
At dawn he enters the estuary. Day, night married in the golden ripples, like soft purple robes. While waves gently lap the sides of his skiff he…
Temptation
She is coiled ‘round my being’s roots, Her venom seeps into my veins. Farewell to my imagination’s reigns; I sold all to eat this poisoned fruit. She…
The Window
The glass in a neighbouring window – The edges of its sharp rectangle At moments screened and disclosed By the restless black silhouettes Of leaves, branches, in…
The Sawteeth
Hiking the jagged spine of the Appalachians, fraser fir and spruce trees stretch hands high above me, gnarled beeches reach twisted arms over my winding trail. Moss…
One Less Leaf
(auras of all my autumns) I One less leaf, though a loss, is no cause for grief, Not when so many still cling tightly to their…
Butterfly Collection
Butterflies on display, in genteel rows, Pinned politely dead for our inspection, This is your home now, for how long who knows? Coffined in glass for your…
The Bird’s Song
The bird’s song sleeps. The cicadas cacophonous chatter - so loud you might miss it. They sing in intervals incessant. What are they chanting? To whom do…
Linda Vista: Of Proper Farewells
O, tender-hearted death, when it is time for you to haul my Lilliputian soul away inside your giant pentapedal palms —Herculean, innocent and friendly— sweating with midnight’s…
End of Season
Another summer winding to its end, Its half-achieved ambitions softly ease Into a sort of sleep. What now my friend? What should we do now cold winds…
Dragon Killers
March snaps like the Dragon with claws that sting. The red-shouldered hawks, male and female, ring Sky and air as they call to each other. The male,…
Out of the Dark
1 In the hours of darkness, in the long Emptiness of night, I see you most: Then your being rests next to me, Unencumbered by bodily weight,…