I was quite open to summoning your deceased cat even to calling in the Dead Files to seek the secrets harbored by our house I didn’t object to the large sage plant fumigating every room seeping into silent shadows herbal delight spirit fright! And wasn’t it I the fearless, fanatic searching out the perfect shaman … Continue reading
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At the Market
Shopping with my mother I’m fifty going on nine in the produce section the green disarray of lettuces flamboyant peppers add some flair as if Matisse had been let loose there. Above our heads the industrial rafters are chirping with excitement two skittering little birds jumping gaily humming their good fortune. Nothing green can stay … Continue reading
Highway
My dreams stretch along a certain expanse of highway where space hangs in loops of golden unison where the ghost towns mix with sunflower fields Even this flat land is beautiful now… me the concrete velocity and desertion I could go on forever avoiding the end pushing the limits of where the swirl of the … Continue reading
Deep Water
Who inhabits this lake? Let him come forth The Master of Sea Monsters and bad dreams The fortune teller of deep water How trapped is he this watery spirit a decimated dreamer silenced by still water Come wash my soul of the waves of memory spill your secrets of this blazing blue water Where are … Continue reading
Postage Stamps
I find in the middle drawer of an antique chest an envelope of postage stamps that my mother forgot she had The pink rose ones dated 1998 one Kwanzaa two Snow White and a stamp that simply boasts, “First Class” It is easy to see how forgotten things fall to the bottom of a drawer … Continue reading
Wanderlust
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from the bitter winds We journeyed to find shades of truth beyond finite borders and inkblot pages unveiling the recipe for disappearance lodged inside the Bermuda triangle Then glided serenely on … Continue reading
Dancing with the Sandman – Book Buds
Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament to endurance then add some rhythm and let the harmony carry the history Did you know about book buds? I didn’t. These are mini bookmarks with a summary on the … Continue reading
Words on Paper
Shaky hand grasped pen pressed to paper signs an X by the word P-E-R-M-I-S-S-I-O-N The words dancing like glitzy little spiders on white paper a minefield of the unknown made by office men wearing office suits But the man with shaky hands has more in his steel wool mind his lanky frame molded to tractor … Continue reading
Defiance
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand voting for eternal spring the Reaper is nigh and far to the north Til then, they will saunter and linger as a sad torch singer breaks into lament and a … Continue reading
Werewolf Fellow
The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t drive or park but I fear my neighbor when comes out after dark. A werewolf he is, I’d prefer a wizard maybe a headless horseman, celebrity or giant lizard… I … Continue reading