it comes like ice
behind your tears which flow and those stuck frozen as ice unshed upon a cheek, unbled upon a soul duly rent is...
the colors that i seek
shall any aspire to measure the beat of a broken heart or dare weigh such depth of feeling between two rendered souls?...
the tolling bell
wrapped in grief’s embrace never sweetly felt what lingers deep inside to rattle a chest cold as ice while reason wanders past?...
late afternoon
sitting beneath a tangle of branches and grateful for their shade a bird whose name i’ll never know rested on a limb...
fireflies
as a little boy i’d wait for summer evening skies to be filled with fireflies and gazed in fascination as their tails...
a sunset
a cool, dry summer breeze skates across a freshly mown lawn at the edge of a walled field two deer wait, a...
a note from skógafoss
words fail us at nearly every turn. wrapped in a web of ideas about how things work and pushed to justify inherited...
pure possibility
a page. blank as the night sky overcast with clouds. or empty like a back road bathed in pre-dawn light. waiting for...