rain falls on water running brook over the rocks plink, can water drown?

Wind enfolds me as I fly down, down, down. The weather is cooler. My legs are still. Gravity does all the work. Wind slows as I slow. Until it is gone all together. My legs pump. Slow pumps. Up and down and down and up….

    A ground surging wind from above Striking lightning from a distance Outward sign of despair and destruction   Obscure signs of times Yielding in unexpected places Animosity among living things A humanity in its resurgence   Looking for new dimensions A gateway for…

Time fades as he forgets Holding onto his love In hopes of memories As summer passed In time forgotten  

I am here to return the bowl. The door is never locked. The house does not smell of cinnamon. “Sketches of Spain” not on the turntable, not in its red-yellow-black sleeve. Sermon unfinished on the desk, map open on the sink. The closet is not…

Sparkling creek and untainted air Rocks rise underfeet Civilization momentarily left behind As mountains rise up on either side. Sunlight warms to make heavy the air Until the breeze tears Through above the icy water If you breathe deeply enough, it will make you alive.  …

  The thought of falling in love is almost Killing! As it sometimes hurt my sweet feelings. Falling in love for me is so tough, With a person who is more than rough.   But falling in love sometimes makes me smile, As it makes…

I thought I found peace in you like the smell of fresh cut grass under a white picket fence on a summer day in one of those all american towns where ice cream trucks summons kids to scream for joy but you were not that…

Edinburgh – Indiana, not England, 1970s where random explosions burst through the purple and orange evening sky – uneasy flocks of birds trying to find a place of quiet, a place to safely perch, we lived one town north, Franklin, the explosions still jarring. Michellia…

Dear M— The Sun burnt through her nightgown again, and the body keeps beating, bleating, needing every minute something new. Why does the heart have to fight. Why can’t it get a verb like “chiming” or “singing”? Why does it have to beat. Transitive, usually….