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Dear Olivia, It has been almost a month since you and your family picked me and Grandma Katie up at the airport! It was so special that day to see you all pull up to carry us back to your wonderful home! I still remember seeing you the first thing when we opened the car doors. You were smiling, like you do, with such sweet excitement, exactly mirroring our feeling upon seeing you and your Mom and…

want to live another day? a few more days? maybe weeks and months? and of course all the years finally forgive forever and say so long like the rose’s blush or a fragrance’ taste so sweet you try to hold your breath dry their colors still they fade their memory just a fuzzy eye when the last petal falls does it ever hit the ground? in that moment letting go captured like a smile all there is, is…

Time Frame

Today I hike Remembering old girlfriends they are doing well thank you their mothers now gone resting peacefully, proud Worrying about the saguaros they are dying you see no of course you don’t how can you see what you won’t? Wondering what i might do would it change any mind with time if time would do my bidding Might I call a timeout?  

How I used to love Lost the spring in my leg now Raptors lift me up

Old postcards never addressed What ails us doctor? Never been this sad That voice again proclaims it’s heading west Lies the mob a school of fish rotting first the head

Shanghai chicken feet lend crooked teeth new life We try not to wonder where they used to walk Bowing for Anthony tightens our grip on the knife We chew through tears from heaven no words to talk

We can have the smartest phones Kee…

Chained to the fence poor mutt Your life’s trail a patterned well-worn rut Morning’s sweet breeze beckon you cannot feel Encircled as you are by his cold collar of steel.

Our strangled thoughts choke our mind Our ideas die before we can find Imagination held hostage to fear and scorn Dreams of future lay cold stillborn.

Wild untamed free creativity scares our civility Mobs defend with jackets…

Some days my friend the past will take my hand

We’ll walk a mile or two

My heart unburdens, Wisely he will keep

Secret what I never knew.

He listens patiently, my shadow knowing all the while

I’ll tell him nothing new

Lightened by this weight he shares I rediscover destiny

Returning future to my view.

Hello new moon night and day, we will see you soon! This sonnet helped me dream of floating down a stream. Happy Memorial Day!

two contrails drift of their own volition who made them fly so high for me to see patiently i watch them pass inspection laughing at the impossibility harsh bells screaming as modern buzzers blare my brain is quiet flying in the sky dreaming magic jets autographing air floating on this thought takes me somewhere high overwhelming tattoos sign my welkin spasms scaring whoever’s taking care could it…

If It’s Any Constellation?

Setting:  Perhaps a garden picnic table, or a bench near the lake at the business park, maybe in the kitchen with nice windows, or even walking on a nature path?

Characters:

Spacesuit Man  Featureless man, in a bulky suit, isolated.

Dancing Bear Large bear, heavy, cumbersome, magical, dances to a celestial beat, relatively immobile despite his proclivity to dance.

Dragon Fly  Airily light,…

going into a relationship in anticipation of everything, leads to an excitement, an adrenaline charge opening you to all that is possible. after all this is the reason for your hire, the possibilities you represent for the organization if they can obtain your services, their investment in you. your innocence, your self.

and so it goes, you are oriented, invigorated, they’re just doing their job,…

God is Red

Like a ring in a well Forged from an old bell I heard its charming call Long after losing it in my fall

He is risen, he is red Splashing across my sky like new After three, seems he heard me as I prayed With wings of grace in a field of blue

Climbing, gliding high above me Showed me His place lifted me there too I raised my arms with glee My prayer is answered, I feel brand new

How is it nature…

Existential threat or providence? What Do You See?

Saw three owls last night Before I could wake today A lifetime’s last sight?

That night long ago One attacked just after dusk Clawed me three long scars

Clan of the Cave Bear Was what I thought, much later Would be three of each

That chapter ended And I forgot ’till later As another closed

Why I write today Remembering 63 Chapter One was shot

Like I an owl Before I would learn to fly

Waiting in a kind of suspense, you might say we are frozen.

crinkles turn to wrinkles smiles turn inside out what’s passed is past grins boney back bleached ivory white

looking back at you frightened you return the gaze reach out to touch the creature you will become

descended cold from death’s surprise lifted by the story of a stork dead dropped by doctored demons whose lattice patterns foretold the future frost

mists in the morning frozen lamps of night