On Maui there are no seasons Not really There is hot season, cool season, Christmas season When the whales are here And when the aren’t We are in the hot season now No whales Summer they call it But it looks like every other day…

In the quietude of night, still waters of the bight, an unheard whisper, a sensible respite. Three seasons of sound, one raft, one roar and one reason abound

I want to live my life In a season of eternal springs With new beginnings And budding opportunities Always having the chance To blossom and grow.

When her friends stopped visiting,     When her family stopped calling.    When he went inside another woman— and she was still breastfeeding his baby.      When a wild dog kept breaking into the yard, stiff and growling,                                                                but no one came to help.   When the…

A prostitute saw that eye once, in a rented room on the outskirts of an Arizona town. Man, mule and body. Cross the sands. 5 cactus to 500 miles of grain. His foreheads sops his hat, drips to his chin, down his shirt. The haze…

It was the season of the gun that year All the kids just had to have one Some just liked looking at them Shying away from the trigger pull Shuddering at the words it spoke In 9mm Parabellum or .223 They didn’t make it It…

Too many to count and name Spend a day out there looking Wonder at green that signals The beginning and end of things   New life hopeful at the start Buds and sprouts a gentle hue Then failing flesh and mold Suggests doom and decay…

I wish I was a tree, roots intertwining whispered messages. Send me healing when I am weak, speak to me in language of earth reaching down to wet depths. Can you understand me, feel me, hear me, I am not linguistic. I am ancient and…

Season of the Pandemic We wash our hands and alcohol up Never leave our house without backup We walk our dogs, masks on our face Look suspiciously at the whole human race. No more travel, we work from home No longer are we allowed to…

Oh how splendid would it be Just imagine a season of books! Yes, books… Blooming like flowers on roadside Or a meadow full of them Falling from trees like autumn leaves Or dew on a wintery morning. Books… Of all kinds too And genres! Can’t…