Category Archives: Poem
A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading
In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)
We all want to shine– surely, the light from inside, each of us a star. (plant: imgarcade.com; person: alamy.com)
Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)
I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.
What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
Consciousness, a gift of accelerating time, provides no answers.
Little squirrel chirps six feet from my smiling face: half-hearted scolding. (pinterest.com)
Sometimes I am a smoker and a drunk Sometimes I’m not and engage with the world Sometimes whirling and curling I accept all animals as equals Sometimes that is my only hope to accept my own species Lately the arrogance … Continue reading