It had waxed prosperous in 1842 what remained were Savannah brick chimney stacks erect even now masked by wisteria, soon kudzu August heat bore down the only light from lethargic fireflies zooming their own strange code a white boy passing by in a car from…

Her window was lined with glass bottles, filled to the brim with the most whimsical treasures Potions, tinctures, dead things, growing things, cultivated by the heat of the day and settled with the cool of night Garden herbs garnish each of her dishes. Beneath the…

How many? Ya, how many? How many what? How many Bills have you collected?   How many bills? Ya. How many Bills? How many have you collected?   Who could remember? Too many to count. And why do you care?   I’m missing a Bill….

In The South   The fireflies float up the treeline. But we call them lightning bugs here. They glimmer as they soar high, seeking the final warmth of the setting sun or escaping the heat we’re making beneath my pick-up’s tarp and brightness of the…

Fireflies dancing on the treeline swarming towards the cottage on the horizon. heat permiates the forest, and they soar with its sweltering rythm it pounds them down untill they are reduced to lethargy

Heat shimmered at the treeline Like a veil of magic light Crickets chirped throughout the field As day faded into night The fireflies came out to play As stars scattered ‘cross the sky I sat down with my memories And looked up with a sigh…

-and sometimes the music touches you so very deeply, it swirls around inside you until it reaches your very soul, and shatters into a million shards filling you to your most inner core…

Just this Mother, snap out of your lethargy and hold hands with this poem. I anticipate your home-coming; do not return without songs in your mouth. There are many empty cottages in a sullen sky for grief to rest on a treeline. Do not marvel…

It’s time for our family get-away not a cottage but a  week up in Boyne. A resort here in upper Michigan far away from the chaos and noise.   Pack the car with food, masks, and goodies and a bottle of iced coffee for me….

Dawn, scans the treeline,  searching for dusk, the heat of noon hides him behind a mask of light. The bottle in Dawn’s  grip contains a magic porridge, which once inside Dusks belly causes lethargy, Dusk waits for Dawn, for the game to begin within the his strange…