My roots are anchored In the rocky soil. My leaves curve upward, Wide and shivering. My petals are blue, And though they seem to droop I am not wilted, But the peel of my bells Has run away with the … Continue reading Mountain Bluebells
A forest at sunset. Time is nearly reset. Reality blurs. The inevitable occurs. The last thing I know Is the sun’s orange halo Pushing through the trees, And the only one who sees Is me. Continue reading End
The trail marches on And so will I. How else do you expect me To touch the sky? Continue reading Forward
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
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
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
-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
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
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
What spider is this, Caught between two panes of glass? Why is it here, Where so many people pass? Asymmetrical, Legs colored like oranges. Disturbing, unnerving, still. What are those lumps on its appendages? What camera is this, Reflected in … Continue reading Privilege
Staring Out A Window 