Monthly Archives: January 2016

Once, I played chess with the Old Russian. He offered me the white pawn. I came at him quickly, Kings Knight to Kings Bishop three, Queens pawn to Queen four. He moved slowly,staring agonizingly. Kings pawn to King three, Kings … Continue reading →

I’m not sure what perfect balance was unbalanced when they built that sturdy little boathouse on the dunes. But the Great Lake didn’t like it so with her waves began to lick it, a lion licking blood from gunshot wounds. … Continue reading →

Whatever we do to Nature, she will do to us. In whatever we attempt, She will succeed. Of this, at least, we are guarenteed.

Rainbows are not real, just watery reflections in the sky, thin crystalin colors in the air. But, I make you a dare: Look at a blackened thundercloud sky, sunlight gleaming behind you. Then, don’t wish to touch with tingling fingers … Continue reading →

living isn’t molded. it grows like oak up and out stretching sunward gnarled, rough, knotted, scared with loves initials, its branches weighted down with two-by ply houses, swings and fraying ropes to run to, grasp, fly free from into the … Continue reading →

how the green grass grows near the rocks by the railroad tracks. there, where barrels rust, tires rot, ties pile, wire unspools, trash of a rushing world rests last, where the fringe disintergrates, the unhemmed fabric unravels, concrete walls crumble … Continue reading →

Castles in the sand should be, by right of nature,drowned, seagulls white and ruckus, surf make crunching sounds. And what’s the good of winter without a freezing snow? What’s the good of wandering if you have some place to go? … Continue reading →

After the ultimate violation, Nature protects her dead, Raccoon, rabbit,possum (not playing), letting scavenger crows peck, soil absorb guts into itself to fertilize seedling birch. But in our more concrete world, cris-crossed roads, yellow lined, white dotted, carcusses, once murdered, … Continue reading →

To be fast but not quick is to, if lucky, limp, limp, limp. If unlucky, to lie broken on gravel, the hare stares at the sun, his last vision, still there, fast frozen framed: high beam horror, very close and … Continue reading →

…and when Mother, gentle suckler behind willow, beneath lake, tired of our ignoring ignorance, screams at us,shakes us until our bones break, rocks, uncalled for, fall on us, as She rises, fists clenched in bloody, desperate self-defense, our guilt, sorrow, … Continue reading →