Weed Life

Walking these worded woods without a path, wading the underbrush of unfocused images without footprints almost as if we were small birds in fly-by we know…

Exiting the News

The News cannot be covered, only hinted in stark grey glimpses of its huge body a dead whale found on a beach defaced with graffiti, pieces…

A Mother’s Day

relaxes – kids are grown and gone sometimes they call or text, even visit no longer only pretending adulthood having learned to cope with what we…

At Borders

(a poem of mine recently published by Blue Unicorn, a print-only poetry journal from San Rafael CA:) Of what appears, stars and insects are acceptable as…

Paper Birds at last

My book is out, after a long wait. Check it out. https://www.unsolicitedpress.com/store/p326/paperbirdspoetry.html

Before You Ask

                The most labile of seasons, spring leaps aboard any shift of mood extending, exaggerating a desultory drizzle becomes a crashing downpour a real headbanger then…

Owl

The branch she rests on barely flexed with her landing or so seems plausible to this observer when she’s pointed out she wears a patterned coat…

Falling Away

            A moment settles, a stillness      barely echoing a soft rainfall      a bowel-mutter of a refrigerator it slips out of anxiety’s claws an empty suit freeing…

At Issue

Sometimes it approaches at a gallop a heavily armored horse and knight      with brutal lance uplifted immodest as a monarch Henry VIII unhorsed, knocked out thought…

The Myth of Solitude

         Hiking boots have rubbed sores  on both ankles, through thick sox Shift the pack, sit on a log beside an alpine lake take off the…