Ancestors

  This was a fridge magnet poem - the first I ever worked hard to keep. I likes it! 😉 Anyway. Tried to keep all the spacings what they were on the fridge - it's part of the medium and also part of the impact. Fridge magnet poems have a unique kind of impact I…Read more Ancestors

Ancient

The wild tossing in the trees above me can be nothing but an ancient dance of pure joy; lady Wind is rushing through the scene, darting this way and that, invisible to everyone. But my heart joins in her feral laughter. She is slim, kinetic, pale, and graceful: breath- taking. Long, dark tresses flow as…Read more Ancient

Liquid Language

two o'clock in the morning, dull and grey outside with the soft sound of (hundreds of thousands of) millions of raindrops springing out of the air and coming softly to rest on gravel, grass, snow, leaves, dirt, and rocks. Pitter-patterput-put-put, splish-splashand dripdrip-drop.   from a distance, the sounds run together and the resultant river sounds…Read more Liquid Language