Salome (pt. 2)

(Salome pt. 1) I’m not a man of my times. I wander aimlessly through the modern world, a little distance away from everything I pass. Machinery confuses me, the flash and dazzle of bright lights blinds. I turn in horror away from the video arcade. The flicker of oil...

Movements

Movements It was not the destination but the act of movement I was after. I dove into the mountain lake swollen with snowmelt. There are so many ways to move: a man crossing a quick creek on stones, arms out to the sides, waist high, like an ungainly bird afraid of...

Old Partners

Old Partners In my window this morning, above the jagged tree line, a raven chases an eagle. They swing in a drifting spiral, a rising and falling rhythm of intersecting orbits, circling and diving against a backdrop of pearl gray sky. The raven rises above the plane...

Woodstove

Woodstove I lay more wood on your fire, my only source of winter warmth. Who am I to speak for you, who cannot speak? Still, I love the creak of your stovepipe swelling, the snap of sappy heartwood in your belly. Whatever I feed you, you eat, passing back the ashes...