Thoughts In A Forest
Rife with promise and evidence of this world the air is infused with resin, balsam, woodchips. Here amidst the …
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Living
Learning to live with the immediacy of small birds, or windswept trees stretched to the breaking point. In the sudden …
Stargazer
We used to run through the orange grove eyes shut tight, arms churning, trying to think like bats. Pretend to …
Aubade
A lamentation for the coming of the light… The day comes on, relentless in its rising. The bedroom reeks of …
Watching The Dogs
It is a charcoal sketch of a day. A black swirl of starlings -one mind, one pulse, swing, turn, dart …
Thunder and Lightning
It is a city of spires and the shadows they cast. The first raindrop from a coming storm rests in …
The Light
What might have been is still waiting at the horizon, where the world drops off into whatever happens beyond our …
Inhabit Silence
Today’s disciples are full of missionary fervor, the private moment a distraction. Silence is to be feared and filled with …
Vanished From Me
Appearances and vanishings: The sound of a rosebud opening. Leaves turning, released by the trees to fend for themselves on the …
Unnoticed
It doesn’t happen so you would notice, the framework becoming the groundwork for the next layer of destiny. The light …
Poetry on the run 