Today the time divides equally, half & half,which is what I like in my tea with a little sugar.It has a deeper flavor than milk,and autumn a deeper flavor than spring,since it brings to mind a returning time,reaching down and in,a time for calling everything backto enjoy the goodness of a new harvestunder golden lamplight.Continue reading “Equinox”
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Cacophany
I like noisy wordsones with lots of consonants and sharp edgeswords like the prickly thingsthat grow in the West Texas desertsharp, but also sweet and pleasingas those pastel desert sunsetsthat bring relief to the eyes and the body And I like rounder wordsmore temperate foothills as opposedto craggy mountain peakswords that roll like knucklesover theContinue reading “Cacophany”
Surfaces
I wish I could float (with the clouds) not so much with but abovenot so much the earthbut my expectationsleaving them below likeunrecognizable neighborhoodsfrom an airplane windowa float full of nothingbut airy vacancylight as a unicorn onthe surface of a swimming poolclouds shining in the reflectionlike stolid trees on the façadeof a mountain lake ThisContinue reading “Surfaces”
The Darts of August
as the archer, you point arrows, fulfilling some sacred oathelastic and flying, half-transcendental,seeking mending from thistledown, they bloom brighter than merciless skiesfinding the line in the sand while seashells bleachand the 150 year old banyan tree tells how to withdraw a sword from a backyard stone This poem is a Cento, made from the workContinue reading “The Darts of August”
Blue Beach
the boy doestricks the woman stands watchingthe sand is too foot-steppedto notice the camera makesthem all silhouettes watchingthe sand is everywhereplaying tricks This poem is a companion piece to the one I published on Tupelo Press’ website today for the August 30/30 Project. You can read the other poem (a villanelle) here: Guess who finallyContinue reading “Blue Beach”
Line Dance
Rhythm jivesto consonantpercussionfoot stomp to the letterkeeping timestaying inline with a heeltoe, and somethingin the hipsdon’t forget to breathe syncopated surprisesprying an extrabeat, a kindof additiveslipped in like asqueezeof lime in a cocktailwhen you need a break make it if chanceasks you for a dancetake it Part of the experience of participating in the 30/30Continue reading “Line Dance”
Can you hear the tales mountains tell?
Listen!In that smoky breaththere are a host of storieswritten in spirit lettersthat masquerade as cloudold stories like old ghostsdrawn up from the root of the world The tales are seeds nowtossed up with creative energyfrom moldy fern on weathered floorto the wind that still blows as itblew long ago when these roundedfurry hills were loftyContinue reading “Can you hear the tales mountains tell?”
A Poetry Marathon!
Friends, I have exciting news! For the month of August, I am taking part in a 30/30 project for Tupelo Press, a non-profit, independent publisher. What does that mean? I’ll be writing, and publishing, a poem-a-day for the entire month, and, in return for the gracious support of the Press, I will be doing myContinue reading “A Poetry Marathon!”
Summer, Part I
Greetings friends! It’s been a wild summer already, and it isn’t even halfway finished yet. I am recently back from the first of two trips: the first one was a road trip that went through the DFW area, up to Wichita Falls, into the Panhandle via Caprock Canyon and Palo Duro, then on to ColoradoContinue reading “Summer, Part I”
New Project
For National Poetry Month, I labored fiercely over a self-imposed project of writing “letters” to poets using a specific form that I concocted by piecing together a couple of different odes. It was nothing short of a brain buster! I’ll admit I’m glad I finished it, that it’s over, and I can move on toContinue reading “New Project”
The Poetry Patio 