The Sun Sets Over The Ridge
The sun sets over the ridgeand I feel protected, tucked in.Sherbet ribbons trickle through thin woods,over the sloping land,warming the […]
poetry
Unfortunate Fruit
I like to paint. I used to paint quite a lot as a teenager, and then some in college. After
Fog
By Carl Sandburg The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.
Moonlight
The world wakesas the sun sinks low,washed in pale light and shadow.Something ancient stretches its limbs—crawls into the sky and
Odette with a broken wing.
Graceful lines and symmetry but beneath it all you cannot see the chaos held together with spit and prayers and
Accidental
What stirs the sea? no sentimental thoughts of grinding moon or gravity, I fear it is but unintended nature… [an
After Life
Above it all I hear the quiet that is ever present now, below the timbre of a sweetly singing choir…
the wrong side of town.
In the mustard yellow smoke that floats along the streets there drifts a burned and greasy smell through shot-out windows
Eve of Man
Destiny maketh me to lie down in sullied pastures and shows me in an instant what is mine. I am
The Last Rocket
The ground does not yield as I make my way unsteady across the dirt mounds and bone-dry grasses in the