My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time faster than a tree cut...
Poison We made our way down Horse Dale warmed by early spring sunshine saw nothing of hares, rabbits, deer, seldom...
Lisbon Wake to the bustle smell cinnamon – sound of an accordion played by a woman with sewn eyes; Square...
The Wood He wanted to see the wood one last time. So, they took him back to trees dripping and...
When I Think Back To It When I think back to it, it has been a Life governed by...
TO THE RABBIT I KILLED ON THE ROAD THIS MORNING When I am dead as you are dead, struck down...
Somewhere in the Blue Majestic. I imagine you proud out there, somewhere high on an Appalachian trail, where the boulders...
Dandelion Sun A child’s sun finds a dream in young eyes. In blinks of dandelion eclipses, refracted light reflects on...
They lean. They sink down crumbling round-shouldered. The very air is eating them. Blithe colonies of lichen nibble the fretted...
Portrait of a deer To slide, my ruined mouth. An unlocked door. Burlesque: how stars react. At such a thought....
Ode to Hannibal I was scrolling – wallowing – through the Netflix abyss, Avoiding Mister Darcys, Tall Dark and Handsomes....
Gyrification There will be time for waiting Enough. Too much Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa watching. Consider the river’s meanders that more and more...