Category Archives: Poetry

During this seasonal ill, stone stands out in debossed relief, the world having gone chill and soil swelling itself above.

The Peshastin pear have all gone red. Leaves long left, rank upon rank of gray boles hunch their shoulders which bear forests of crimsoned shoots.

When division is the objective tensions inevitably multiply. Things no longer seem to add up. Be the one to make a difference.

Fashion failure is not on his menu, last year’s styles de rigueur mortis. He is your je ne sais squat, a haute-mess couture vision, all savoire faux du journée.

There’s a rose bush up the way a bit but the scent ain’t what gives it away— it’s the downwind rut out front the shed what catches all the breezes blow its way.

                                                     one                                                    tine                                                      of                                                    the                                                    fork                                                      at                                                    the                                                 top                                  of        the                                     vulture                                        tree

He’s a rich churl Now don’t try to chide him Teflon on the souls of his shoes

Pray for the victim, pray for the perp Pray for the Kingdom to come here on Earth Pray for the Kingdom, the Kingdom, the kingdom to come

Selk’nam mythology tells us that natural phenomena, whether wind, snow, lightning, or earthquake, plus the very elements and each animal, were once human beings.