Words
Ode to coronavirus
As I lay here watching the world crumble from my phone screen,
I look outside my window.
The trees stand as per usual.This time covered in...
Yours for the Taking
I keep myself busy long enough to not remember the time.
I keep track of minutes best in the mountainsfeeling them passing like a rhythm...
With Windows Shut Tight
No clouds today
but
the sky is white:
like a negative image
of
the night
the air is coated
the distant trees are
gray, smothering
the day in bleakness
in poison in
sadness
as fires rage
further...
Whether The Storm
surf churns with ever sharpened howling windparallel waves crashing and screaming rainlike tiny honed ice crystal blade cut thick skinwhile storm on rise at...
walking through
i’ll walk into your forests and in the shadows of your mind i’ll walk along these winding paths to see what i might find
i’ll walk...
The Hawk Upon the Garden
The robins flutter-bathed cautiously around me.
I on the lounge, I laid with my book.
The wrens fluster-sung to my proximity.
The chicks demand-chirped from their nook
inside...
This Small Skull Once Belonged
I have never felt connected to anything,
not even my own body. I am trying
to remember the last time I felt
I did not have to...
A Body Built of Folk and Lore
Deep in the hills and between the streams.
Where fables are passed and the willows weep.
Where wind flows through the tree tops.
And the children grow...
Another Black Floyd
George, I don’t know how many of us are herewho share your Texas lineof long chocolate bodieswho can dance on and off the courtwith...
