I looked into the indigo mirror that is the night sky and saw my freckles reflecting back at me in the stars. We’ve both been marked, by heat and its radiance, and even twilight cannot conceal it. Within each sun-kissed speck is a journey of millions of miles. Such a precipitous lean for merely a … Continue reading stars
Gave up my running shoes Tied the laces together Fired them over a power line They dangle in surrender A white flag A finish(ed) line They say that means death I believe there has been The death of my fleeing My flight The wrong kinda fight If I run now My soles and soul Will … Continue reading run
Fall is making its way to us. The north wind kicks up and the wilting sunflower leaves ripple out like birds sloughing off water from their wings. I’m plain puzzled at how two things can be so perfectly suited for one another — birds and sunflowers, that is. I miss the finches. They’ve moved on … Continue reading autumn
“If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers Then you will have them…” “If it’s the wish to run away Then I will grant it” “Take whatever you think of While I go gas up the truck” “Pack the old love letters up” “We will read them when we forget why we left here” Continue reading mountains
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 