Monthly Archives: January 2014

Such a golden child Sat on shining surf-side sand and giggled as the foaming waves glistened through her hand Such a golden thimble She clutched with nimble grip And with a childs ferocity Helped the ocean soak the land A … Continue reading →

in woods, windy whispers, soft whistles, she, reminding us we have forgotten “the body has a soul” “the body has a soul” “the body has a soul” comes back to that each time we flatten a hill culvert a stream … Continue reading →

That’s not the sun out there burning ball of fire and gas with eons and eons and eons beyond. That’s a rip in the fabric, a peep hole through the black burlap bag. Glory and holy fire blasting from Gods … Continue reading →

God hiked the woods cutting his own trail ’till he found a likely spot to pitch his tent. He cleared away Dead Branches, rocks, trash left by others not so conscientious. He built his fire to warm the site and … Continue reading →

Jesus played Jewish Jazz while the shofar called the faithful but what do you do with clumsy feet and you can’t feel the beat, the old horns blaring in the background so, they came intriguing: “His melody’s awkward.” “I can’t … Continue reading →

in the midst of mist spirits marshal for evening enterprise when fogs rise, lacey ghosts conjure magic in mundane moments, frolic here in the valley Souls shimmer among us we thought long gone in clouded moon night they gather, do … Continue reading →

if God was my child I’d bring her to the five and dime store Just to see what she would buy. I’d give her a dollar. She’d race to the counter where the crayons, acrylics and clay are. Then, on … Continue reading →

Last evening, unhinged hounds howled, sniffed the scent of an ascending soul, shucked of flesh, rising now, silver wraith in twilight. Weightless airy returning, marked only by a knowing, deeper, beyond my ken, but not the hounds, not the moths … Continue reading →

Islam sky night Moons horn starhooked so close as though further north the moon might slide behind stars shinning crystal night sky. But now it’s morning, enormous blue sky What of stars at noon? Do they Shine as bright? Shining … Continue reading →

I feed birds, enjoy, In Return, returns of Flashing scarlets, squawking blues, bully grackles, the doves… Alternate mornings I take the moment it takes to fill feeders, spread seed, wait for joy. This morning, damn neighbors damn black cat squat, … Continue reading →