Turtle Spotting Somehow, spotting turtles basking on fallen logs justifies a lazy sun-burnt afternoon kayaking the Kalamazoo. At home, a little plastic turtle lazes on my clock radio, memento once possessed by the now departed church matriarch admired for both… Continue Reading →
Desire An impulse, light pressure to fingertips and words form and de-form. The poet, biologist of desire, seeks to discover, to understand life in the vacuum of the heart, sculpts the page, asking it the age-old, or perhaps old age… Continue Reading →
I Know (After the image “Floating” by Betsy Mars) The sleeping woman, posed in her sun dress, barefoot, arms tucked into chest, legs drawn up, exudes peacefulness. But as my gaze drops upon her, I perceive the abyss over which… Continue Reading →
Moon-shine The weathered ancient man, face lit by pipe’s glow, arrests my faltering step as autumn crisp invades my lungs. Plump and round, slouched low, his piercing scrutiny shivers my skin, casts intoxicating shadow within shadow. He beckons me to… Continue Reading →
Divinity There’s beauty in lightning. Momentary brilliance mesmerizes before we’re plunged into darkness once more. Untamed raw power streaks strikes apple tree mid-garden good and evil exploded into so much kindling. Throaty rumbling laughter dares us to come closer, threatening… Continue Reading →
Conversations with God “Turn left,” she says. Confused, I ask “Why?” The black box responds, “Turn left now.” “Fuck that,” I mutter, holding the car’s wheel steady. “Recalculating.” “Heavy traffic ahead,” she says. Wanting an easy ride, I exit. Suggested… Continue Reading →
Searching (After John 20:15) Sobbing graveside, crypt empty and broken heart jilted by her lover. Why are you crying? Who are you looking for? We seek our gods behind grave walls too thick for invasion too deep to escape. No… Continue Reading →
An Evening at Home in an Alien World I. Sent forth with hope from a world in peril, the Traveler flees masses destitute, their leaders immoral, their lands sterile, nations embroiled in violent dispute. In a last gasp to save… Continue Reading →
Winter comforts meant to mollify tomato soup grilled cheese fuzzy throw wear thin turn trapped gazes within hungry for hibernation deep sleep of serenity eludes stares into crackling fire of mind-space scorching veneer exposing courting disaster alices into wonderland where… Continue Reading →
No Escape Fleeting scent of rotting flora haunts forest of stripped skeletons, appendages sway in bitter breeze while, sentinel of arboreal graveyard, I keep vigil in the bowels of these bones, waiting for death to ferment. Woodland spirits disturb my… Continue Reading →
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