Monthly Archives: December 2017

Often

Often in spaces where trees had lived and breathed, The red tail had sat in wait, With cocked head peering, The gray squirrel had halted to eat, Scratching furiously at mites Upon his tiny ears, The ants had marched northward, … Continue reading

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Once

Once I did not want words, words Words. Because I could not think about them. And so you leaned in upon my chest, My face falling in your hair, We traded gentle breaths. Once When I did not want words.

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Essay on time bent

I dreamt of three ladies and I among them. The children were there and laughter caught the air as they frolicked about. Then out the door and down the hall and into the field we went, all they while I … Continue reading

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Handkerchief

Washing this white handkerchief balanced upon a log, Above a rushing mountain water clear by a foot from My foot and oh, how very cold water from the mountains Feels, or does not feel when, upon wanting all this Red … Continue reading

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Stillness

Upstairs my office sits insulated to either side, Save for the large picture window filled across This winter morn with sparkling forest floor, From which rises the sentinel oaks and dark elms. Like quiet black skeletons they stare in, With … Continue reading

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In talking about love

In talking about love she often paused, Looking forlorn, choosing words then for Intensity, not using her hands. Instead, trying to steady herself upon the Topic, she stared off stoic, as if motion Might give way to feeling and she … Continue reading

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The thing done

Either it must come quickly and thrown down, As a hot biscuit from the pan, Not yielding to thoughtful pause, Nor succumbing to the death of rewrite; Or it must come slowly, so slowly as to be Forgotten and remembered … Continue reading

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