Poetry & Prose

The forest is on fire. We don’t care. Some care. Those with forest houses care. Most don’t, think they care, they must, who wouldn’t, the beauty, the deer, owls in the trees, brown bears lumbering along moss paths. Fish smile in streams. They laugh all wet and smug....

There is no such thing as no such thing. If you can imagine such a thing there is such a thing, existing in your imagination.  

It is what it is, Nothing to brag about, something to mourn. Over eras we learned that more was less, and wouldn’t last, We civilized the indigenous out of their ingenuity. Then we created artificial problems much easier to solve. Alienation was essential. Detestation...

Switching on the radio on my drive home from the store, the sound of fervent self-discipline poured into the car, Alice Sara Ott* embodying a classical tradition. I imagine yearly hours of practice, a child, a piano bench, small hands flying over ivories, mistake...

Water disguises, reforms: tea, ice cubes in tea, salt oceans, the great fresh lake stretched west beyond sand, the alluring office cooler, 24 bottles plastic wrapped, the pool below the diving board, storms and lawn sprinklers, thirst, my own after hiking, the...

Every circle begins, continues, & ends with an arc.

8 - two spheres stacked, one of two imperial months, July, August, the first 7th and 8th months of the year. Each year towards summer’s end, month eight stirs my meditations as we approach month number nine, on our Gregorian calendar  September – Sept – the Latin...