“There’s something does not like a fence,” Jody muttered. Old Brains, the appaloosa gelding, shifted under him, looked back, shook, and took a step to let Jody know it was an idiot idea to stop now with horse trailer, barn, and saddle-off-the-back was just a mile or two down the way. Jody held him and … Continue reading A Post Like a Finger Against the Sky
What Color Teaches
For every blue, a craving burns orange; for every violet, flames a yellow desire; in every hot heart smolders embers of emerald. And every white hunger ashes a black want.
Storm is Over
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
The Zen of Shoveling Snow in Suburbia
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
What Does He See this Winter?
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
After Long Absence
The blank of the window that long ago he dreamed from vacantly out at him
From the Kitchen Window
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Snow on Rose Canes
Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.
Every Little Thing
“Who the hell did you piss off,” Tom said. Blaine’s smile widened. “I’m going to beat this,” he said. “I’m going to beat it.”
A Fish
Underwater liver, hider behind rotted sog logs mover that moves in a quiver from dark water to darker, I lure you with plastic pollywog from water. Avid hand distorts in reach to retrieve you, refracted numbed else thing underwater, touches slick shiver never knew before. You bring so much (not to mind, for mind cannot … Continue reading A Fish
