Dreamland
In my dream there is a man, my father,in his dream there is an open road,a blue-black line stretching outto …
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Punk Rockers
We pose with electric axes in our hands,visualizing Vitruvian Man,full of gestures, meaning, and virtues,firmitas, utilitas, venustas, veritas. We look …
The Science of Love
Love may be a locked box,its key molded by our fractured facts,or love may be like a blizzard, one flake,then …
From Mystery Cave
Found in a notebook: WingsI have wings,they are wooden and heavy,difficult to fly a straight line,impossible to land softly, accurately,still, …
Polarity
It feels like an unraveling,or living in a different countryunder the light of small stars. So many hours left behind,unloved, …
From Mystery Cave State Park
Three Thoughts About Walking A walk in the homey, old oak forest can set me straight,leaving just a memory of …
Looking for Words
Roses drip gray morning rain.I approach the day on foot.In the cool damp, my body inhales the aroma of mown …
Three More From Mystery Cave
After Reading a Line About Love“I am trying, but I just can’t see how it’s done.”Oh, to be at once …
Summer Sunset
It is a bleak winter day and I am longing for a warm, golden sunset… Observation…light from the setting sunpaused …
From Mystery Cave
ChildhoodJust a child, owl-eyed,touched by darkness.Standing now in sober light,dark-rimmed circles dilate, shut,another rider on the wheel. PrismThis life we …
Poetry on the run 