Too good for being bad
I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far awayyour joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pantsI’m burning ice, I’m flame, […]
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Woodwind warmth
When summer strings and drums turn silent, still a homeless woodwind section warble, grabs the diligence of man and deer, unchills our forest — tethered to November drab. We shut […]
Nothing can be perfect
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
Life is not a game of chess
You say it’s easy, in the way a game of chess can be a choice of mate or draw, you pray for victory and to my shame. I wish for […]
It’s always darkest…
In dusk when rust of hills is crowned with gold the veins of rivers fill with blood and rooks have gathered waiting for the wind to rest. That’s when you […]
