Beyonder Things
behold on that day i saw this before my eyes there was darkness all around and it its midst i beheld, in that blackest velvet dark, a pebble as if a raw precious stone like a diamond and behold i…
Knightmare on Maple Street (with thanks to Jack)
NOTE: Once again, tax season is upon us. Before Jack invested in TurboTax, he insisted on calculating and filing our taxes by hand though he hated this heroic if somewhat quixotic quest to conquer the IRS windmills. It’s the only…
Make Me One
Make me one with everything. Or if not everything Make me one with the nebulas That yes incubate their embryonic stardust. Perhaps if not the nebulas Make me one with the glimmering Milky Way That shimmers and spans the inky…
Canyon Valentine
Hug the carven scarlet earth, The zigs and zags of water’s edge on Cragged canyon walls From damming up the flow Of rivers longing For the sea, the tidal ocean swell. We want it how we want it: A red…
Postcard from Above
It was a great, gray day On the Pacific rim. We pulled down a shade of sky And fastened it to field Knitting cloud and caldera Heaven and earth For some eternal minute Like a single vertical stitch On this…
Orison
Raven aura, rising smoke like embered sage That lifts our prayers And clears a space for wisdom’s deepest well. Our dreams, preserved like hearts In your canopic jars, await Their timeless repercussions, resurrection. You wax and wane and wax again,…
My Muse
My muse is a chimera, A shapeshifter. Sometimes she is a seaglass genie Pouting in a bottle, Or a dear friend’s hug (Perhaps even a lover). I have seen her ablaze as a sunset, Coral tinged as dawn. She has…
Advent
Advent was a time when autumn days Swerved away from half clad trees, Their heaps of burning tannin-incensed leaves Sent smoking toward a hush of colder air. We waited for the first snow. We waited for the leap to earth…
December 4, 2020: To Mom with Love and Missing
Today you would have turned ninety-nine. I often wonder what you were like When you were, say, twenty-three. Did you go through the same unrest as me, Desire for roots, for a place like a tree Of your own? When…
The Singing Bowl
The mystery is safe (and sound), A note that’s made by circling round, Unleashed to fly beyond the ring Unseen yet clearly lingering. ‘Tis alchemy: on metal base A wooden mallet tracing space Makes golden song spill from the whole…
