In Celebration of the Versatility of the Human Tongue Oh, let us wallow in the joys of the multi-talented tongue! How wondrous and magical this pink fleshy lump, this protruding pleasure center, pulling us like an overloaded wagon of sensory… Continue Reading →
No Escape Fleeting scent of rotting flora haunts forest of stripped skeletons, appendages sway in bitter breeze while, sentinel of arboreal graveyard, I keep vigil in the bowels of these bones, waiting for death to ferment. Woodland spirits disturb my… Continue Reading →
False Spring Malady unvaried in monotonous rhythm, my love retires annually to her bed, pushing away all who seek embrace. Pallid and shivering, she slumbers for months until, recovered, she returns to her responsibilities as if nothing had been amiss…. Continue Reading →
Acadian Ontology Printed memories preserve the cool, sprinkling summer morning as I descend the framework of wooden steps to the small deserted bay on the Maine coast. Searching for adventure, I crave profundity in nature’s beauty. An otherworldliness that I… Continue Reading →
More American Sentences Acadia National Park, Maine, 2015 On the mountaintop, fog of a stormy day arrests inspiration. A box of marbles constantly tipped back and forth, waves pound the rock beach…. Continue Reading →
American Sentences Apartment, Kalamazoo, MI, 2018 Buried in dirty laundry, the treadmill whispers lies of pulchritude. Living alone, the dining table becomes a dump for day’s debris. I… Continue Reading →
Bifurcation (After the image “Chickens!” by Marion Clarke) Two doors by which to enter, the path into myself splits before it reaches the heart. My lies strut, peck the packed dirt clean of tell-tale infestations and kernels that might root…. Continue Reading →
Photograph, 80 years later Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. – Dorothea Lange Three children, hands in laps, pose on a log cabin porch behind their young father cradling a newborn babe while… Continue Reading →
Dear Dad We were never intimates. Men in our family never talked much. Vulnerability is weakness so we stuck to safe topics. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no animosity either. If there was a need, we did our best, but… Continue Reading →
Resurrection Embrace death in all that is earthbound as we rush ever closer to the brink. Rejoice in the puckering stink of leafy litter rotting on the ground, remnants of autumn forests once crowned in grand hues. Time demands of… Continue Reading →
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