The Seduction The adirondack stands watch upon the hill, a lonely sentinel overlooking the meadow, the Queen’s Guard protecting the palace as ambassadors of the heavens and forest emissaries come to consult. Resolute in the afternoon sun, the temptress tenders… Continue Reading →
Man on a Journey (After Joel Sheesley’s painting of the same name.) The man poses in front of the monument, freezes time, preserves a memory to linger over in his dotage. But this isn’t the Great Pyramid or the Lincoln… Continue Reading →
Gravity and Grace Angels and apples, sinners and seniors, all eventually fall, trapped in the gravity of the world. A Scarlet leaf, short-lived adornment, wafts down, … Continue Reading →
Bearing My Soul I am who I am. To bear my soul is to carry the knowledge of who I am. To bare my soul is to reveal the knowledge of who I am. My soul as a bear is… Continue Reading →
River or Rock? (in memory of Orlando: June 12, 2016) The ghost of childhood winters chills the summer heat, skipping across the field behind Bingham Elementary, stopping on mounds of plow driven snow where laughing twelve year olds once gathered…. Continue Reading →
Openings cht cht plop plop tok tok drip drip What is the sound of water penetrating the crack in the ceiling? tap tap tapping into my brain Chinese water torture disturbing my slumber eroding… Continue Reading →
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