Category Archives: POETRY

Footfall louder than squirrel;the hunter listens, waitsthe aesthetic anticipatessun-gold pelt in hesitant stepsbetween the scriptof leaves. Continue reading →

Freedom A laughing old man drifted past her his mouth widening in a greedy bite of sky she watched a moment before her one jade eye was stolen by a rabbit washing dishes on a hill High above the old … Continue reading →

This came from the single thought of rain as "a sky in mourning," and extended to the recent Hartford incident where 78 year-old Angel Torres was struck by racing cars and left there by the passersby. Nature The day of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I aman anomalymy bones get densewith ageat leastthat’s what the bathroomscale has said Strategyworks out;years of sleepingface downusing forceof gravity show breastsare fuller now Sunand timeand patienceturn the blackest hairto summerblonde–whitestpurest white But eyesare surest shownto be the bestachievement ofthe … Continue reading → Continue reading →

we meet above petuniasa flashing ruby throathovering human frailty Continue reading →

Been following the beauty of Carianne Mack’s summer paintings and Steve Ersinghaus‘ powerful poetry combined on Mediaplay. But this one, I needed to respond to in my own way. The mighty giant fallen,each leaf etched with memoriesof thunderstorms of war … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…when I start up with poetry. What time does this thing start? She was reading, I remember, slim fingers slipping through the pages of a story.  Good one, I suppose; her eyes flew back and forth like chimney swifts above … Continue reading → Continue reading →

March is just plain meanand April is apprising ofthe possibility of Spring. May’s an iffy month. Hot as the Sahara ortouched with coolness stolenfrom frosty memories. Yes, May is could and can andMay is may. June comes whispering through lipspursed … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It was better then; you’d laugh and see the things I showed you that weren’t there.  When did opalescent dreams that only two could know turn into feathered shadows? Right here, I’d say, and you would nod your sandy headand … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I sought the river flowing homeward, the sea washed down with ice that froze my blood.  I seek the offer of the cleansing waters, the rinsing off of journeyed sands of sin.  The oceans were untameable, their innocence now slap … Continue reading → Continue reading →

–one that I’ve tweaked a bit and that I may decide to have a go at in Flash, or at the very least, Movie Maker again just ’cause it’s fun to do: Asleep in the Streets Clouds in sheets drift … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The wind makes no sound without what it touches, branches, bushes, the mountains and valleys of land.  But true friendship is formed in the otherwise silence of dry autumn leaves in the breeze. Continue reading →