Category Archives: Poetry

A folded fallen leaf I saw today, sienna on the sidewalk’s white concrete, appeared at first a dead bird in my way and I prepared to step out on the street, until I recognized it for the leaf it is: … Continue reading →

I glanced outside, and saw a butterfly suspended in the web a spider set from oak tree to garage. She caught my eye as fast as silk had wrapped her in its net, her wings a banner in the morning … Continue reading →

I get another span of privacy before the seat beside me’s occupied and open up this book: three minutes free to put to words the gloom I host inside… No sooner written than it came to be – as quick … Continue reading →

The lane of history is scoured out by sands of time. The blaster of recall erodes the rims and makes a coward out of witnesses, whose memories enthrall by comforting, and hold just close enough to truth that they are … Continue reading →

Metal ladder staircase to the chill, mossy wooden ladder to the warm, fog enwreathing forest on a hill, valley heat and desert thunderstorm; bold mosquitos, lurking poison oak, avenues of gravel, dirt, and brush, campsite resined wood that sends up … Continue reading →

What does it feel like, to rest on your laurels? Do you lean on the branches or sit on the leaves? With all your advances and all your withdrawals, are you wondering what your old master believes? How would he … Continue reading →

I dare you to be eager for my touch. I challenge you to instigate a kiss. We’ve hesitated all too long, and such emotional dishonesty as this betokens nothing healthy good or wise; it signifies depravity and waste. So come … Continue reading →