The Fisherman The fisherman sits in his boat On the hunt For what, he isn’t sure Peace Food Purpose The water gently rocks him As he contemplates his journey Looking back, he tries without success To remember why he started All those years ago All…

the ethreal sunlight flows down through the deep blue glass cascading brilliantly across my face i smile close my eyes tightly basking in the warmth shining below soaking in the rays as they dance on my cheeks glittering beneath the surface i crave this it…

Something I would like to try Never though before But fishing must be fine   Go into deep ocean Find a good spot Be quiet don’t talk   Have the bait Throw the line Sit and wait   I don’t know Must be excited to…

(a tanka) she breathes best unspooled, syllables spilled silver soft. bait her with a phrase, line cast out long and ready into wordpools filled with stones.  

in the granary, the single grains of wheat float like motes of gold sift through hot spiraling air beneath the slant shafts of light a sea of harvest laps against the smooth boards of the old silo chaff softens the outline of rusty machinery parked…

A pretzel twist and salty lick. Yes. You said you loved the new sheets, before dragging me across them.Yes. You said out loud “This is how it’s supposed to be”. Yes. Did I love you as much in the slap, as I did in the…

It’s after hours, but the doors are still open, music spills out onto the sidewalk, mingling with the soft moonlight.   A couple spills out with the music, loud and drunk and falling on one another, but they are soon softened by the moonlight.   They raise…

What A Marathon Poet Does when She’s Not Writing Poetry Walks in the garden Picks the first three ripe cherry tomatoes of the season Well, almost ripe Pulls an armful of lemon balm for the chickens consigned to their pen because of a resident raccoon…

The sunlight plays on the waves overhead and reaches me in fractured rays. It is a warm light, in this cold, dark place. It is a welcoming light, in this frightening, foreboding place. It is a waning light as I sink deeper, further from it’s…

  “Be honest,” she said, as I’m pulled into the night, Feeling at odds with the soft moonlight. “Tell them the truth; we have nothing to hide. We’re just kids. Nothing happened. Nobody died.”   We had heaved ourselves up to the mountainous heights In the…