I swallow summer, whole, like a wild, sweet berry. You shine verdant, sunlit, fruit on a sacred tree.
Daddy Dog is in the back room with Mouse (Mouse is actually Sadie the Border Collie). Mouse: (and here you should know that we make our dogs talk in funny voices!) “Mom…..Daddy is kissing me” Mama Dog: (making coffee for the next morning) “Wow…lucky you, he hasn’t kissed me yet today.” Daddy Dog: […]border collies
Her dark fingers reach through deep dreams and throw spiderling threads around our hearts – citybound far too long. The silk draws us close to Her green forested body. We desire the air that smells primal, like black earth – like rushing snowmelt – and banks chilled silver in evening’s last light. I dream again […]forest, poetry
How many frost-crisp mornings have I watched them in my beloved Northern Valley? Not nearly enough, I can tell you. Ruefully I count them on fingers and not hands. My first sparking thought springs, involuntary …they are electric! Grizzled follicles emit a rolling, bristling energy that can’t be described any other way. I’ve had, always, […]
Early this morning, deep inside, I discovered an image of Luna, our lovely moon. I found it completely by surprise from within a steel pod; a spaceship surrounded by the loud, shuttering sound of magnetic pulses; a needle buried in my vein. Compression, contrast, a hot cold flash of iodine flowing through tributaries, quicksilver, radiant […]breasts, moon