Christmas comes as surely as July heat Things slow to nothing when the frenzy ends You’re waiting for me in the arrivals lounge Feels strange to see airports full again In the crowds I see plenty of first place bad Christmas sweaters Three glass jars…
Category: Miscellaneous
Ranger’s Autumn Duty
Autumn. A mixed bag for a forest ranger. Clouds floating over a periwinkle sky, no clue they offer of the danger nearby. Nature’s golden-green pallet spread across a pine-needle floor, makes a bed under trees wrapped in vines of ivy, touching the sky. Sensing the…
9.
“Good things come to those who wait” She sent me a children’s book drawing of white Jesus Holding a giant teddy bear behind his back on the right side of the frame As, on the left, a little girl clung to her bedraggled and lifeworn…
8.
The years I spent in the desert of my mind, in the concrete bleakness of the northwest end of my city you spent in the pink and yellow and dust a training base just north of Joshua tree Where we went to celebrate me turning…
Prompts hour nine: This too shall pass.
This too shall pass. Fly away, When this life is over. We will all get to heaven. What a better day we will have. Just. To see, The Lord.
Easy
If they told you it would be easy, they never walked that road, never sang in that octave you’ve been practicing. If they said you need to try harder, note that sheen of fear on the forehead that says you’re better than they imagined. No…
Stripes (A Corny One)
You are so bothered by the lines on your body you read them like libel or graffiti on a temple When I see the stretch I see growth A past memories good and bad Most of all I see change Something inside growing beyond its…
It was a Sunday
Covid era Sunday on a clear afternoon. No reason to watch white walls And old binged Netflix On a day without a cloud. There was no sour dough starter. Piles of canned food Diapers. This wasn’t stockpile. It was a house of 9. A put…
Lookout Tower Attendants
Some people called us Forest Rangers, though really, we were the lowest GS in the USFS. Not the highest tower either, certainly not as tall as a skyscraper, but at three stories, 45’ Corral Hill’s cabin was high enough that our heads were in the…
(haiku)
the neighbors’ dogs bark half-heartedly– small power outages temperature in the 90s one crow caws a sip of green tea imagining for a moment a cool breeze