Bird Woman Speaks

“I don’t suppose anyone here has ever heard of the Olicanucian Flyinitus,” said the person we knew as Robin. Her obsidian eyes glimmered and flickered with light from fireplace and the few dim bulbs hanging from a timber beams. Outside the wind moaned through the hemlock and tamarack. Wind whipped snow pelted and shook the … Continue reading Bird Woman Speaks →

The Emptiest Empty is Silence

The silence was deafening. Except for the whir of the wind in the grasses and the clicking of grasshoppers in their yellow flight, except for the hiss and pop of the small fire on the rock, Eric couldn’t hear a sound. The sagebrush and sweet grass fire flickered in the wind, blue and yellow, on … Continue reading The Emptiest Empty is Silence →

Max

Old rodeo man, they say Neanderthal fossils tell stories of hurt similar to those that modern cowboys wrestle from life. And that those old boys carried a bible of scars to graves older than Cain’s bloody guilt. So, your punched in nose and those heal knotted ribs, reminding you every winter of God’s weather and … Continue reading Max →

The writelee.com posting "If You Go Far Enough" has been reblogged at https://godoggocafe.com/2018/08/16/if-you-go-far-enough/. Thanks to Gizzylaw for the nomination and braveandrecklessblog for the reposting.

If You Go Far Enough

If you go far enough into the mountains They will close around you bewitch you like a ring— the one you wear or wore or will wear to remind you of faith love loyalty— the vague promises of youth. They will take you in whole, larger than life, a legend of your dreams the spring … Continue reading If You Go Far Enough →

Even Green is Gray

further off, the second bank of trees just shadows, hints in mists, the next bank, only shapes of fog, and beyond that, the unvaried dense of gray. But, even gray, the grass is greener, rain polished clean of drought, it shines, and flowers glow with rubies, golds and blues beside slate paths, bright in the … Continue reading Even Green is Gray →

Studying the Navigator – a Fantasy

for Ann Darr I bought your book, the one featuring pictures and your poems about women flying airplanes, and scanned for you in each foggy photo until your thunder storm poem— its fear sucked me five miles up in a machine with— unlike you, the woman who flew it— a propensity for falling apart in … Continue reading Studying the Navigator – a Fantasy →

Long walk, looking for the muse Home at last! “Take your shoes off!” She is mopping floors. In response to the RDP word prompt fungible

All morning I wait— blank paper, no poems—on the window are moths, waiting too. In response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt contact

wind-play bows whole groves, but today, just one grass stem dips— zephyr? grasshopper?