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...
as it echoes
i’m not naive enough to believe that a well said word if properly heard makes a damn bit of difference in the...
no denial
maybe it’s strange how life worked out this way, like how i can’t deny your face burned into my brain with razor...
three swords deep
if i could feel her heart beat in these two mean hands for the barest sliver of time what would be found...