Alone
I look to the horizon, And see nothing. Contrary to popular belief, Nothing is something. I look to the horizon, And see something. Continue reading Alone
Crick Fairies
Along the smallest streams like those that hide at the edge of your property hidden by two fields and a swell of the ground; Along the smallest streams where waist-high grass grows right up to the water and the tallest … Continue reading Crick Fairies
The Mattress Saga
I recently purchased a new mattress and bedframe. The above sentence is an inadequate summary of a two-day period full of very first-world problems that wore me out, infuriated me, and, in hindsight, was probably quite funny to anyone who … Continue reading The Mattress Saga
Hidden
Along the dramatic coast, rocky slopes plummeted to the sea. To shield the interior from prying eyes, a wall of evergreens, proud and straight despite the bitter sea winds, grew closely spaced, branches intertwining and needles crossing with those from … Continue reading Hidden
Experiments in Writing – Prose Poetry
The Fence and the Vine Along a lane between two fields there is a barbed wire fence, and on this fence a vine ‘twines ’round and ’round and imitates the twisted metal, green on rusted black. The fence supports the … Continue reading Experiments in Writing – Prose Poetry
Capable
This week I returned to metered poetry following a consistent rhyme scheme. I haven’t done one of these for awhile, so I wanted to exercise my poetic thinking muscles. I can normally start out with a good (to my mind) … Continue reading Capable
Geometry
-clink- Glass fitting together -clink- Squares upon squares -clinkclink- Squares within rectangles -clink- Triangles on columns -clink- Circles out of place -clinkclink- Reflection in shadow -clink- Rigid lines contain -clattershattercrash- What fingers cannot Continue reading Geometry
Groundwater
After taking a break for the winter holidays, I’m working on getting back into a consistent writing schedule. One would think, with my consulting day job practically dried up at the moment, that I’d have even more time to write, … Continue reading Groundwater
Bookshelf
A thousand worlds contained, bound by paper, colored by print. A thousand worlds packed side-by-side, labeled, described. A thousand worlds crowded together, clamoring, silent. A thousand worlds owned, displayed, forgotten. Continue reading Bookshelf
Apathy
I lie in bed I stare at a screen I rest my head My body leans To the side No urge to work No drive to do Duties shirked I push through I sighed I’m okay I worked … Continue reading Apathy
Staring Out A Window 