The Memory Unit

Today

she hears Ol' Blue

Eyes. Let her go on then

dancing with her invisible

partner.

What I Remember

Echoes

extend the lives

of footsteps. Between beats

of rain and gunfire, someone plays

music.

Notes From The Garden:

Sunshine

reflected in

its core being: The prized

gift of the flower comes from the

flower.

A New Year In Perspective

golden-

eyed prospector

the fish in the river

blissfully unaware of the

eagle

One More Time Around

Corn maze--

dead ends aren't dead.

Just places to empty

the gold dust from our shoes and start

over

Arborcide

 Starving, 

the maples skinned

alive. Damaged. Girdled.

Who would want anyone to die

this way?

Anxiety Growth Chart

What if

I miss a day?

How worry journals start

to become the problem I write

about.