Greenroom. (Poem)

A slow-glowing firefly rests where the cottage red garage door meets the pebbled tan foundation.   It lights, labored, out of breath from a long summer winging warm night air.   Across the gravel, honeysuckle continues a thin late bloom.  One must come so near for barely a hint of perfume that filled the entire... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)

You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater  or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love  the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor  grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and... Continue Reading →

Salt Breathing. [Loose poem]

Old stomping ground. Exhale Hill, as it is known by those of us who move away from that wide open big water and miniscule cliffside life. water methodists and whalers yachtsmen gossips artists the faithful and the bedhoppers claythrowers gemworkers taverners dutiful counselors It all seems so endless when you are there, going about the... Continue Reading →

wordbomb: June 22.

In the secret chatter of summer mornings wing'ed wonder decode the night Warmed gardenfume exhales wild rose honeysuckle syrupsweet ballgown'd peony tall grass hands-on-hips nicotania Murmur the catbird frothing jay tempting warbler arrowshot swallow katydids with crickets hopscotch the ladybug quietly hums of children and wishes to grant In the secret chatter of my heart... Continue Reading →

wordbomb: June 21.

re·la·tion·ship riˈlāSHənˌSHip/ noun: relationship; plural noun: relationships. the way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected. "the study will assess the relationship between unemployment and political attitudes" synonyms: connection, relation, association, link, correlation. My ear hears this poorly. My heartscar feels this in defense and... Continue Reading →

October’s Waltz.  Poem.

​In pre-dawn still The wind comes once every Three minutes, bellowing deep in the trees Slow, picks up speed, then stops. dark ghost train winds down, swapping arrivers for departers Whose gossamer trench coating shuffle wet Leaves adhere, our front window stained chapel glass between worlds. Warm and dry, tamed storming, unpredictable rowdy Timetables of bluster... Continue Reading →

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