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?

Buddha Sits

Today's to-do list— But the wild mustard, so yellow, This sunny chair, warm.

All Abide

Droop of August grass ants’ pheromone rush— cricket chirp In response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt: Abide

Don’t Laugh Until the Chili has Run its Course

Princess Jean made chili with raspberry pie and ice cream for desert, then laughed all day at our borborygami. Until around midnight, when the rumbles in that yurt preluded our mad unison flight, lead by the good Princess Jean, for the small, one holer latrine.

Truth is Not a Good Plot

Vardis Huntre was settling on the plot for his new historic romance. The setting would be a mining camp in the Tobacco Root Mountains of Montana in the nineteen twenties. The idea came to him as he was downing a beer in Darcy’s, a dive at the intersection of U.S 287 and Meadow Creek Road. … Continue reading Truth is Not a Good Plot →