An early summer’s day, Heavy with scent and golden with spilled light. Lush foliage gleams dew-wet. In the bright silence, a twig snaps. Into the clearing, A small nervous doe, Ears alert, nose raised to the air, Guards her fawn. She watches it step delicately…

slow and deliberate, with calculated steps, the cat advances, silently stalking, the intruding mouse who will not live to regret the visit

Your name means mountain ebony, a certain Bauhinia, common to coastal California, but I call you moody. You own my front yard, dominate passages and pathways, burgeoning weight of verdure or leafy reaches for spider’s webby catch to neighboring anchors–rose bush branch or parked car…

Like chocolate for water is how i use to remember her. Now all I see is Darkness for light. Love for Anger and hurt by way of pain.  

Plastic floating back and forth, against ocean waves pushing it away from the plant and animal life it has sworn to protect, it crashes against the beach, crushing sand castles left by young children playing in the sun, litter of the ocean, must have come from across the…

Toxic sunset radiates dull red rays into the neon twilight Falling satellites leaving smoke trails across the starless sky A lone cockroach crawls through scattered shattered glass from storefront windows Perched on decaying styrofoam throne, it’s antennae quiver as it waits for the day to…

Doubt went on a trip to Arkansas He wisp and played around He thought oh what a beautiful life Just to be free out in the light. Dreaming of a life so free He ventured into the enchanted wood To see how wonderful it wpuld…

Barren boughs arch upward like broken puppet arms askew and akimbo on invisible tangled strings while leafless gnarled finger branches give the shadow shape against the hoary winter skein and the black lined horizon The wind blows, swirling up white snow, puff tornadoes dancing along…

My legs must just be dry, I thought, and I went to the spa where a woman in black panties and bra scrubbed until the skin rolled off like old pieces of erasure. But the more time I spent in the pools and feet up…

MOSSY DEATH There’s a cemetery few have seen; it hides its dead, in the forest. No visitors allowed. Reads the sign.   Apparently when death arrived, no one cared. Piled on top of one another, some do lie, for eternity.   Death cars, you heard me…