country driveways (2)

join me where the mob can't follow join me where the leads go cold be a swallow out of season deeds of silver tinged with gold practice what becomes your passion fashion yourself high or low love is all that march requires tires crunching in the snow

{ the land }

i live in fear, and this is truthful word: i have seen things unspoken of, unheard -- for will, imposed on will, has been revealed; the land is bruised, its soul reclines, unhealed i live in doubt, and i am full of pain: i have believed through energy, and drain -- for hearts, inside of … Continue reading "{ the land }"

much the green i broken lay…

much the green i broken lay, far beyond displeasure – countertops and cherry-limes, towers full of treasure — much the season comes around, songs and gales of laughter – much the green i broken lay, cleaning up the after

flowers by the lake

mirror of tranquility, bright in hues of celebration: time passes on clouds of music where harmony brings together water and sky — color and light — the inner and outer worlds — springtime of joy in truth: heart racing, scent of nectar, and the audible breathing that’s life itself


Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air A wind that makes my neck aware That leaves torn from the tree will die These poor gray strays who tumble by And like the ghostly light I seek The morn recedes behind the line Only of chance to risk a peek At drifting lives Like yours And mine   … Continue reading "Aware"

out of mind

sometimes, when prompted i go out of mind i'm not in yours, or mine but unconfined i roam across the lake into the sky where lambent moonlight yields a resupply   (“out of mind” – 12-4-2014)

sunset-colored dreams

she was as water endlessly surrounding all that he’d ever thought to entertain; as one who stretches ever for enlightening and self-absorbing, always, just the same – the light came onto, into her in gladness, the dawn became the dwelling place of kings: and every bit of money went as quickly as they could turn … Continue reading "sunset-colored dreams"

The Wind Across the Woods

The wind across the woods is in her ears; The morning’s full of spirits out of place And time, a sort of fence built out of years That makes this darkened world a spectral place. She pulls her jacket tight against the cold, And leans against the wind to help her start. This temporary dwelling’s … Continue reading "The Wind Across the Woods"