Cool breeze riling the curtains the green seclusion of a melon summer is a visitor more than anything else evasive as that dream right upon waking, cut as it was ripening . In the yard we drank a thin tempranillo a dragonfly hung by with mirage wings and rhubarb stalks wilted in omnipotent heat no silence is alike varietals and temperaments and these the hands of a graceless vinter . Still light late warm skin […]
You said you hear the coyotes more at night now, that deer traipse down the gully’s broken scree with inherent trepidation, their silence speaking for them as much as any yip or yowl. I miss the cold nights there when it’s so clear a halo rounds the moon, sharp air forcing awe from my ungrateful lungs. I miss the length of a northern winter night, with ample room for new and old fears, and how fresh […]
A leave-taking still I’ll see these yellow doors again but it won’t be this me hardly a loss so why this longing for lasting? . All the seeds we planted are coming up distinctive seed leaves true to type and rain this weekend– progress as planned . Is this the way it goes for blossoms that fall off of nascent fruits false starts that only thought they were the thing . Or is this just […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 