Windy

Windy it’s windy today the river of airis really churning little ripples and swirlswhirling down the trees a few small branchesbreaking loose into temporary flight my mind is never quiet when the wind rips along like this a sudden drumroll of raindrops on the roof as...

The Lone Wolf Cafe

The Lone Wolf Cafe two truck drivers talking serious business the waitress was queen of the Easter parade this morning still wearing her red sash she brings their coffee laughing loud, it’s been the best day of her life (KZ...

Crying

Crying I haven’t heard the coyotes crying all winter. The logging on Weiss Rd. must have chased them off. Last year they came as near as Willhopper meadow, just across the creek from my house, howling, of course, but making another noise, too, like hysterical...
An Idea

An Idea

An Idea like a dolphin leaps out of the sea and falls back into the mind again. The arc, the curve we carve in the air, flash sunlight, blow our breath-spray and splash back to the waves. We jump as high, hang there as long as we can. (kz...

Always Getting Away

Always Getting Away In dream I came close to what was lost. I could almost reach it, there in the gone dark shaft of the past. Always rain, always a fly slapping against the window glass. If learning comes in stages, forgetting falls in layers the same way: the edge...

Entering the House Late at Night

Entering the House Late at Night For a moment I stood in the cold of my house and didn’t know who I was. The light fell on me like soft rain so I turned it off. Then my shadow had no way out of me and stayed inside like cruel thoughts, waiting for words to awaken...