Sounds of Silence

Still. Unrumphled. Bobbing slow in whackish troughs. Below in dappled water caves, deep and low, beneath the waves where somnolescent turtle kings, and shining silver clouding darts swim in sudden loops and starts hear the somber manta ray trundle silently away far from light and fright and day.

Envying the Birds

Trouble swells, and we envy the birds— the way they climb the winds with wings and wander far and settle where they please while we have only feet and gravity to hold us to the earth. We squirm, as if our royal birth were some mistake; we sniff, as do the monsters at forbidden meat; […]

Narcissus

Once I thought I saw you in a corner. All I really saw was me, watching others jealously in case they came to steal and say the bestest parts of my own day and make to drive all happiness away. – Soon the corner-me had won and every other single one made quick to leave […]

New Life

That tree, leafing green dead, gray, ungrown just last fall, chirps forth in new song. – – – Photo by Alexey Demidov: https://www.pexels.com

Lantern

Lately, something of your voice has carried across the wide band of stars no one can count, and today the darkness falters in the echoes of it—an ember rising from the fire to quell the night that festers in the dungeons.

Primary Hopes

Green the dress Raging bright the hair Idling in the wind by yellow roses Eyes stare out. Across the ancient blue. Far gone….away.

4•24•24

Some dates must be captured— too aesthetically pleasant to allow to float on by on the streams of time that wander toward history and so this is what to do— immortalize them! (Spenser did it; so can you.) Set an ambush in the river, spread the net out wide and catch those numbers before they […]

The Would-Be Forest

In thirty years our lawn could be a mighty forest, grown from our own oak and maple trees that tower above the grass and weeds and freely lend their shadows every hour. This year the babies sprang from dirt– a hundred leafy heads that bend and wobble, hopeful in the wind. I cannot tell how […]

Greed

Just a little violet in the grass, set to feast on sunshine, drink up rain, meant to bless the wanderers who pass, meant to live and thrive and then to wane. But how the sky could wander wide and free! And how the dirt pressed hard against the root! She tipped and drained the sky; […]

It is the Lord

Another night stretched long trying, trying, trying– until finally morning drifted in– cool and bleak– as empty as their nets in the water. … Another command to cast again to fatigue, hunger, failure– words that echoed fantasy– trite and senseless– to experienced fishermen. … But, once more, they let their nets down down down […]