I was thinking I might take a cruise— To somewhere with long Canadian light, Where darkness, deep, is not so much, And brighter flowers fill long sun hours, Just south of Alaskan permafrost. To view the bears, grizzled or white, and glaciers glistening rainbow-bright, Both,…

The Dark Deep Woods Near a faerie ring of glowing rocks Gleaming eyes of a woodland fox Amongst those woods, dark, and deep I think back to our many walks My campfire crackles, spitting hot sap Sticks of wood bundled on my lap Draped on…

Light of Recognition   “Tell me more,” She said with a smile. I watched my mother’s eyes alight with recognition. Today was a good day.   ****A shadorma is a six line poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.****

I love this city. Every time I walk the streets, there is a sound, a smell, like a distant beast, purring, roaring, thrumming wrapping me in its warmth, its slumbering and as I stride, long-legged and though it’s an illusion in this luminous moment, I…

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But how many secrets can they keep?    They are filled to the brim with a Dark magic, ethereal beauty mixed With fear of the unknown.   I walk the path between giants, Escaping to this other world,…

To ask if there is some mistake If someone objects, it blames them and points their ego nature, It creates some worry bury your doubts Until you clean your hands Reality is a sharp edge sin Errors and faults Shot cut ways of life Don’t…

The crooks and curves of Chicago concrete streets are set deep deep deep BAH BAH BAH We rise and lay flattened prostrate whenever the pistol rooster speaks Singing confirmation Whooah Whooah Whooah Sirens scream closely behind the scene With no mountain-top dreams or affirmation WE…

“But I have promises to keep” A phase that is so mundane As soon as the words left my lips I forgot your name In nature, the truth can be sought The illusion of grander days If I turned back to you I would lose…

With care she holds my hands in hers as a smile slowly appears accompanied by a pair crow’s feet. She recites a prayer to give me strength for a new day, and to keep me safe. With care her arms wrap around me as she…

i tug at mama’s sleeve she’s stopped walking and is staring at the hotel entrance i feel her body go stiff there’s a couple framed in the doorway of the hotel doing a couple thing and mama can’t stop looking mama, what’s wrong she doesn’t…