Firefly, light in a bottle.  See the world zoom in. Put a mask on every face. Make porridge,  heat the tea.   I am sinking in too fast Poetic  Lethargy. In the treeline of the mind. Hide some words from me.   Strange as it…

I placed my hands into the soil, I could not understand it, the feeling, roots, unapologetically twisted around me. My ancestors, their breath leaked into my base. I balanced, hold me. Whisper the stories you hold so as the seek into me I understand my…

In the days of corona, quarantining at your cottage as far as Barcelona to small quaint towns of Arizona or Sedona. wherever you are a good time for some cornmeal porridge able to keep your stomach storage full. Since shelter in place, may make it…

Half of humans dig Half of humans bury Thousands of years: dig up Last year: perish the thought People have caught feelings about how people minus souls should be washed spread out scented I have never had ashes. I am the half that digs.  …

Firefly I saw you  last night in my brother’s clutch. You lit up the evening without a bottle to illuminate your perfect shade of green glow. Earlier in the day I no longer wore a mask when I walked. I was much more strict in…

Coming to the cottage left a strange feeling. The memories flooded through the treeline as the stifling summer heat wrapped me in a hug. Playing spin the bottle with the neighboring children. Laying in the hammock, trying to stay awake until the last firefly flitted…

Hunting the Firefly As it darts out of my sight It’s light flashing in the darkness And illuminates the night My only tool my bottle, In which I hope to capture fire A bizarre form of Prometheus Seems to be to what I do aspire…

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

    Pandemic     Mask who you have become because you can not let lethargy be around the next corner.   Make the most of pandemic. Zoom like you mean it.   Tinkerbelle will lead a strange brigade of lonely fireflies above the treeline…

5th Hour The May Pole – School Celebration   The May Pole, a celebration of Spring, Of things to come, of things to bring And respite in the glare of the Sun. To decorate the schoolyard with fun, With ribbons and flowers for everyone. The…