My Poetry

Wind Storm

the light glorious warms the hours, asking forgiveness for the gale bullying trees and knocking them flat, tearing at ropes, stopping the buzz. the sharp silence inside. the gentle roar outside. ticklish trees and leaves at play swooping and swirling, sashaying and sliding, dipping to descend in a blink, blanketing all beneath. yellow and red:… Read More Wind Storm

One Thousand Words or So

Modern Memory

We still haven’t bought a bag of coffee beans, so we’re brewing up K-cups. As I put one in the machine a few minutes ago, Sam mentioned that he doesn’t like the particular variety of K-cups we have on hand now. “The coffee is bitter,” he said, “like my soul.” I just took a first… Read More Modern Memory

One Thousand Words or So

Interruptions

Yesterday changed its mind, going from dreary and wet to sunny. Today looks like it’s pretty determined to stay the course. Yes, the morning shunned the sun, and the afternoon followed suit, delivering warm rain, sometimes all at once. Appropriate, I guess, for a Tuesday that had me eating breakfast at 1:15 pm. (Dennis mentioned… Read More Interruptions

My Poetry

Logos in Reserve

My word hoard continues to grow. Soon there will be no room for me. The stack is becoming too big, too teetering, too good-for-someday only. I try to add nothing, try to take nothing. I need the silence, but can’t remember where I put it.   Originally published 24 February 2016