Birds work all through the night
I don’t know what they do this time of night. I just hear them squawking. And they sound a little …
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Day 18
gray tree branches hover over dried-damp grass – last year’s growth – chimes ting on the steady breeze remind us …
Worth staying for
Dusts of snow edge the earth, uneven lines mark sun-warmed pavers. With under-parts protected, statuary gather new relief, dying grasses …
6/24
we lay here in our pod the world screams crazy past you ask, ‘What is the world?’
The gods, the gods, how they love to hide behind a veil
I am not afraid of miracles, though all of my angry doubts must make you think so. I long for …
6/19
through this leafy tunnel, freed from the sun we stroll easy, trace silky air over our skin discover joy in …
All that seems forever
hill rolls under concrete, skyscrapers, shops, trains, all that seems forever as I climb toward my hotel all that seems …
To annotate time
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind …
Our time
through the fuzzy ultrasound screen it was your chin I noticed first fading in and out, scanning to your cheekbones, …
The Red Trail
you would think as you walk along the forest ridge this time of year there could be nothing more wondrous …
