Category Archives: Poem
Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock) Advertisements
Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading
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)