Category Archives: Poetry
Mister Sniffy
In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading
A Left-Brain Deal
Writing is a left-brain deal Maybe Shaping the chatter like clay into a sculpture Can it be a song too? Both? Thawed music? It’s a left-brain deal, though The right brain knows what words are but doesn’t use them, I … Continue reading
When We Are Gone
We live our lives here where the greatest human accomplishment is Art. When we are gone the wolves and butterflies won’t miss it. (photo credits in a previous blog)
Warm and Round
The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading
Squeezed Grey
I lob my own entrails without consequence or accountability, as if they are profound, as if they aren’t useless, as if they are art. Squandering breath has become a hobby and a habit. Each breath measures part of a poem … Continue reading