Category Archives: Poetry

Of all the gifts my life bestows on me Ideas I value most. Computers treasure electricity, For software is a ghost That current-craves as we require blood, As sunshine is essential for the bud, But we, elaborate, are built to … Continue reading →

The gardener removes selected growth to clear a path or sensibly enhance a section of my yard. So I with both intent and memory address the plants that grow upon the acres in my mind. These berries are too thorny … Continue reading →

Delicious is the phase our friendship’s in that’s barely gone beyond acquaintance yet. We recognize each other with a grin, attend each word or nuance, and forget there’s any other rider on the bus. Adorable is how we take a … Continue reading →

I won’t rebut – go on and call me bitch. Accuse me of controlling tendency, and mention these when you recite your pitch: manipulation and effrontery. Insinuate black magic as a skill I’ve made my own; suggest that I’m a … Continue reading →

Hallucinating giant fallen trees across the road, she almost speaks to warn him of the obstacles ahead. She sees they drive on tracks above a void newborn of heated evening air; they hurtle west on shadow rails, and bottomless the … Continue reading →

Arrested in the spider’s sticky strings, a butterfly appeared suspended where the web was hung; she worked her fairy wings of gold and black against the autumn air like eyelids blinking in a sudden light. But sails of vibrant dust … Continue reading →

The color leaves of sycamore become before they fall – the hue of wild grass that dries to hay beneath the August sun – these tones describe my dog. From coal to brass her aging coat now whitens at her … Continue reading →