A sweet retreat for two. Water rushing in a cool pool of turquoise and blue. Fruit wine aged for over 15 years opens the path to this natural wonder. Two seed beads are placed overhead in unison. Lovers clasp hands as they traverse the falls, a…

The river knows all. Swift or sluggish, Swelled or shrunken. It is versed in the wisdom of the earth – In the song of the wind as it rustles the foliage, In the scraping of overlapped branches, In the crunch of trodden twigs, In the…

I keep falling for people who are wound so tightly they are a marionette to their own repressed emotion, and if I spend long enough uncoiling their laugh lines they come completely   undone, shoulders slumped forward, eyes bright with tears they didn’t think were…

The sticky spiral of a galaxy pulls us toward an unknown center. The sun is a spider, gravity its slow-strung web to snare us. One only need to look at the moon, wrapped in pale silk, to know our fate.

“Golden Shovel” poem after John Haines’s “The Hermitage” I am lost in a forest A tangle of moss crawls below My feet, an endless stone stair Up to a waterfall I finally recognize, a secret It has no name Mine is carved Into a nearby…

West Coast Sunset (“it starts by dimming the light”)   Everyone has to see it (even if after it starts) time ticks slowly by at first, then sky is dimming and colors blur into the horizon, long after the sun looses light.

Unfulfilled most, if not all, of your promises Place her at the last rung of the ladder of your priority list Despoiled everything of her little happiness and quirkiness Criticize all of her demeanors, whether intentionally or just plainly criticize her for the heck of…

Dapple of sunlight floats back and forth on the wind,Wings beat together to stay off the ground flitteringflutteringfloatingflickeringflapping Flowers reaching up to help the frantic little dapple of sunlight life so shortFighting against harsh windsfrom flower to flowerand still the dapple keeps taking to wing…

I am swept away. Toes pointed, scuffling unable to walk but dancing with a lightness that sparkles like happy motes in sunlight. Where have I been? Where did I go? Where am I now? I haven’t the wits to guess, the breath to answer. My…

Full moon Golden light streams onto the dampened streets Swallowtail Jig plays foamy beer mugs and loud drunken cheers Men dancing in circles bickering loudly over the happy song jigging happily on the night wind