Saturday, August 30, 2014

Carved From Stone

                     ... when weapons were carved from stone ... every death tinged with obsidian

The photograph is mine.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Balcony

           ... on a late night balcony ... you trace the great bear above us

                          ... and I the small spiderweb tattooed on your back ... my unchanging constellations

Painting by Joan Miro, "Constellation: Before the Rainbow"

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


                          ... riverplace / by the window

                                                                              ... you with an amber ale / me with my constant fear

 ... will you swallow me whole

                                           ... or in bits and pieces ....... til I disappear

Friday, August 22, 2014

The Empty Bed

                        ... two a.m. / shadows on the road /... full moon on an empty bed 



Saturday, August 16, 2014


                                                         ... snowfield in the high uintas

             ... where blue meets white / cold words

                                                                                                        ... we cross the great divide in silence

Monday, August 11, 2014

Over the Next Rise

                                                   the days long / our attention spans short
                                                   we walked in the woods my sister and I 

                                                   searching for the perfect place to build a fort

                                                   a little further down the path ...

                                                   in that grove of sunlit trees

                                                   just over the next rise

Painting, "Path Through Woods,"" by Dorothy Kunemunde:

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Washtub Summers

                                               ... filled with water from the well metal washtubs on green grass
           ... we screamed because we could

                                  ... hand me down bathing suits billowing with summer

Friday, August 8, 2014

Rumble Strips

                                      ... windows open to the night / tree frogs calling for mates

       ... I drift in and out of sleep

                                                           ... out on the highway a truck crosses over the rumble strips

Thursday, August 7, 2014

A Pitcher of Rainwater

                                                                   ... at the end of the path a crescent moon
                               ... a pitcher of rainwater

                                                           ... blue stars in a tin pan

Image by Alphonse Mucha  (1860 - 1939)