state route 83
a ribbon of cracked gray pavement cuts along rolling green fields dotted with weeds and wildflowers. overhead two red-tailed hawks drift in...
haiku viii
a chill night air blankets tall grass — cricket song...
august afternoon, after rain
a goldfinch lands atop a birch and bobs with each gust of wind...
justified
by a word we feel hurt. and with some words we lash out with logical precision to tear down those who are...
homeward bound
my watercolor dreams have all bled dry, with canvases long since scattered and far out of reach. but beneath a lavender sky...
round and around
from the shadows i watched the arc of your career in awe that your song remained untouched, unbroken. and through the fire...
laid bare
you could strip me down layer by layer until nothing was left to hide behind. but what would be left to find?...
a fine how do you do
the scent of freshly mown grass mingled with the faintest whiff of chlorinated pool water reaches my front porch carried on a...