Flux

Today the sky is clear, Three birds brush blue wings against it; Their trills sweep across the mountains. Tomorrows clouds drift around, Wisps carrying sheep and dragons into a field Where they dance in ecstatic motion. Next week a dark gathering, I become the pea under a pile of mattresses Struggling to be free of... Continue Reading →

Fire Inside

We walk on fire Though hidden from our eyes It churns and bubbles Within a crusty crucible Though hidden from our eyes Beneath our feet it rumbles Within a crusty crucible Hot molten lava Beneath our feet it rumbles We sense it stirring in our belly Hot molten lava The ember at our core We... Continue Reading →

Pathfinding

In the name of all that is joyous to the heart, Gladdening to the eye, and is kindling to the belly, In the name of all that stokes courage, Fuels passion, and promotes dreaming, Even though we may get lost By the stars in the cosmos we find our way, Returning from deep inky realms... Continue Reading →

Fiction

There are witches who live- In the woods Also crossing busy streets, They weave their way Between city and field- Both good and bad Like that one on the black bridge, Our grandmothers and aunties warned us, She sucks blood and eats young children Grabbing girls with jagged claws Nailing boys with curved toes Pulling... Continue Reading →

Ursa

Last night’s brussel sprouts Filled me with gases Then I became a hot air balloon Rising up through dusty webs toward stars Who blinked at my sudden appearance. At first I drifted Gripped by astonishment holding my hair in a too tight embrace Until euphoria settled in; I plucked stars with my bare hands by... Continue Reading →

Autumn’s Fancy

Autumn’s full of flair, Shaking out her crimson hair, Fancy, she sipped tumblers filled With sunlight that in summer spilled, And now she beams while letting go Ablaze before the fall.

Woodpecker

The woodpecker way, Needle nosing to uncover what’s hidden, Not for the sake of idle nosy-ness But to get through layers Where necessary nourishment lives, One feeding the other, In the movement a transference Of information, Though let’s call them spores or a fungal frolic Dancing to a drilling drum beat The woodpecker way.

Turtle By Day

Under the boughs Turtle clouds come and go Dissolving into blue skies Angel ladies dance behind the ridges. Two boys toss a coin Give each other four minutes a piece Rolling down a small green knoll Scooting over trolls. A minute rolls by, Time kept safely in the hands of boys Who determine minutes by... Continue Reading →

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