break it down, where the lightfinds the failing fallen,ignited by shadows broken patterns alightwithin the frame’s swollenhollows, flushed with light where geometry’s tightcourse follows peaks and glenswaves will find the shadows in the doorway hope fightsfeeling sorrow takenpast breaking down. The light will flush away the blightburning away brackenigniting the shadows til the fire’s hotContinue reading “Shadows”
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Cimmaron
End of the mountains, the end of the line.Dad used to say “the dead center of town.”The old bones resting here have done their time. Now they gaze out at the prairie, the fineendless grasses wave back. A man could drownin those mountains. He has to hold the line until it breaks, then hold onContinue reading “Cimmaron”
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”
The Cloud
Written as a tribute to Shelley’s The Cloud on the 200th anniversary of his death Once I floated with heavy chokeabove these plains,poison laden, a viscous cocktailof ash and gasabove a boiling sea of rock My sisters rained to cool its wrathwho responded with a hissand a blackening visagethat would capsize if itcould only reachContinue reading “The Cloud”
June Rain
Grey lady walksacross the landgatheringvisits the coast, wades out to sealassos the waterspoutcollecting raindrops Scales the mountainsto pine needle musicharbors a cache of snowscooping up the wind Sweeps across the plainsraking armloads of sunshinefrom the skycomes away withpocketfuls of heat High steps over mesascombing wild hairwith wands of ocotillo Leaves dancing footprintsin the dustgracious fingersContinue reading “June Rain”
The Poetry Patio 