Category Archives: Poetry

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading →

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading →

My hands are not experienced at this, for unfamiliar is the feel of you. I draw your essence in with every kiss and long to take your length, but this is new to me again; again I’m new confused with … Continue reading →

I don’t know what response to give you now. I wonder: can I leave your words alone? Impelled to answer, I do not know how to meet your sadness fairly. For the tone of recent messages is poignant, blue, in … Continue reading →

As unselfconscious as the autumn light, a clumsy tumble bound of energy with streaming ears and boulder paws aflight atop a springing meadow… Come to me, oh tonic mongrel: be my everfriend. Example me your optimistic view. Remind me more … Continue reading →

I owe the gardener my thanks, for Ken by planting something made me notice what was all around me. Here it is again – the evidence my eyes were in a rut. Remarkable: I must admit the sight of tropic … Continue reading →

The light we set to saving in the spring we only borrowed; now we must return it so the southern hemisphere can bring its crops to readiness, its skin aburn. We fall this weekend back. We get the hour sacrificed … Continue reading →

I went to bed too early, so I dreamt vignettes all night as if my history were made of shorts: remixing trite with tribulation; splintering delight with thorny iterations and retorts. So I beheld the boredom of my youth, saw … Continue reading →