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”
In Denial
How He lookedfrom the shadows where I hadtemporarily forgotten Himwhere He was stashedlike an old toy recently becomeembarrassing and shoved under the bed I turned my face awayand then I turned morewhen the shame hit me full forcein a hurricane of regret But the Lord turned, and looked,and how that look turnedme inside out ItContinue reading “In Denial”
Roses
I never promised you a rose garden.Or maybe I did, in a wild moment.I beg your pardon. In a moment of wine drunk abandon,idealism rising to foment:perhaps I promised you a rose garden. There are blossoms where thorns hardenaround my green-thumbed attempts:they too beg pardon. Broken shovels and rakes also burdena space ripe with weeds’Continue reading “Roses”
Wrestling
Climbing Jacob’s ladder counting sheepone, two, three: they frolic away from mein the chaotic tangle of thoughts keeping me awake My legs are tired but keep workinglaboring herculean up carved stepsthat are half my height It’s a slogand my hip is killing me tossed about in wakefulnesswhile my pillow turns to stone Deviating from publishedContinue reading “Wrestling”
Outside
All night they snuggle, dreaming of outsideFur pollenates the bed, inside, outside Shake-it-off mornings, they have been waitingI stumble sleepy with the cold outside My friend calls cats stoic: I say patientThey croon for their beloved yard outside I make them wait for the light to ward offwhat might be lurking in the dark outsideContinue reading “Outside”
3 Georgia Rondelets
Tan Clam Shell with Seaweed, 1926 On sand and gracethe color of rainy day brinewhere sand meets graceand castles crumble at a paceonly outmatched by ticking timewet grit beneath calcified fine tuning:weeds, shell: drab grace Two Pink Shells / Pink Shell, 1937 Twinning sweetlyblooming like a hidden opalsitting sweetlyon the tongue with summer’s peachymornings, tasteContinue reading “3 Georgia Rondelets”
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”
Buffalo
there’s something sacred about a canyonhow the land gave way to river powerwater’s carrying works will never be done some majesty gets measured by the tonlips that graze are busy every hourin their bones they understand the canyon acknowledging sacredness in actionwhere rainfall meets land, and time empowersthe water to carve and never be doneContinue reading “Buffalo”
The Poetry Patio 