Monday, November 7, 2022

Symptoms


Ocean 

waves to and fro...

Like seashells I only 

hear the sloshes of this Covid

earache. 

Monday, August 15, 2022

The Memory Unit


Today

she hears Ol' Blue

Eyes. Let her go on then

dancing with her invisible

partner.



Friday, March 25, 2022


What I Remember


Echoes

extend the lives

of footsteps. Between beats

of rain and gunfire, someone plays

music.


Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Notes From The Garden:


Sunshine

reflected in

its core being: The prized

gift of the flower comes from the

flower.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

A New Year In Perspective


golden-
eyed prospector
the fish in the river
blissfully unaware of the
eagle


Tuesday, November 2, 2021



One More Time Around


Corn maze--

dead ends aren't dead.

Just places to empty

the gold dust from our shoes and start

over




Friday, July 9, 2021




Arborcide


 Starving, 

the maples skinned

alive. Damaged. Girdled.

Who would want anyone to die

this way?