Ghosts of green
Spring me, dance me melt me twist-skip, curl in grins. Balloon a shimmer spilled from giggle-whispers sparked in jars of rose-dawn clouds. Come light — you scarlet cue; breeze me […]
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Solace is a red balloon
He was six and got a red balloon; his sister got a blue. A day in spring when suddenly … the wind sneaked up behind and stole her blue balloon. […]
The tern, my ink
My page, yet blank, the thoughts are sea in doldrums, waiting, waiting for a morning breeze; my hands are soft; I’m less a sailor than observer. At just that moment, […]
March is war
No earthworm yet can break this frozen soil — yet this solstice talks in tongues of thaw and blue of anemones. March is war, it’s cloak and dagger waiting, waiting […]
Octagon of home
I. The walls of any home is less its stone and mortar than the spyglass on the upper floor. II. Coming home is a piece sandglass being polished on a […]
